Jaio - Els Pets

Viure no és fàcil als seixanta

Quan no és la sang, el colesterol

De tant en tant la salut t’espanta

Tot sense sal i ni gota d’alcohol

No et falta gaire per jubilar-te

Però el pagès ho és fins que mor

Una altra feina has de buscar-te

I deixar el tros molt a contracor

L'última glaçada del mes de març

Et va obligar a donar aquest pas

De matí quan te’n vas al nou treball

Se t’entelen els ulls tirant carrer avall

De petit et van fer una guerra

De jove et van vendre una pau

De gran t’has cremat amb la terra

I ara jaio, et donen pel sac!

Tota la vida el vent de cara

Sovint fotut però pencant a gust

Estrenys els punys i alces la mirada

Preguntes a Deu si tot això és just

És tard quan arribes i estàs xafat

Ella cus al teu costat

«el camp no té remei», la dona et diu

«però qui mana no, d’això no en viu!»

De petit et van fer una guerra

De jove et van vendre una pau

De gran t’has cremat amb la terra

I ara jaio, et donen pel sac!

Life is not easy at sixty

When it's not the blood, the cholesterol

From time to time your health scares you

All without salt and not a drop of alcohol

You are not far from retirement

But the farmer is until he dies

You have to find another job

And leave the piece very reluctantly

The last frost of the month of March

He forced you to take this step

In the morning when you leave for your new job

Your eyes widen as you roll down the street

As a child, they fought a war against you

When you were young you were sold a peace

Growing up you burned to the ground

And now jaio, they give you the sack!

All life the headwind

Often fucked but hanging to taste

You clench your fists and look up

You ask God if all this is fair

It's late when you arrive and you're upset

She sews by your side

"the field is helpless," the woman tells you

"but he who commands no, does not live from this!"

As a child, they fought a war against you

When you were young you were sold a peace

Growing up you burned to the ground

And now jaio, they give you the sack!