La Colla - Els Pets

A les golfes d’una casa gran

Que entre tots vam haver d’apariar

Tot un mon per aprendre

Sense pares ni mestres

Viatge a Itaca i King Crimson al plat

I els primers canutets d’amagat

Sota aquella mirada

De un tal Che Guevara

I era allí tancats

On ens vam fer grans

Sense pensar mai

Que el destí ens deixaria els vidres trencats

Amics d’abans

Tants anys sense veure’ls, en sec tan estranys

Antics companys

Que el dia que els trobes promets de trucar-los demà

Cauen del calendari els fulls

I amb cada un ens sentim més vençuts

Però sovint fent memòria

Oblidem les cabòries

El destí ens ha anat escampant

I enyorem les estones plegats

Les agendes son plenes

Massa feina i problemes

No sabem ni on som

Cadascú al seu mon

Esperant el torn

Que la vida ens convidi a ballar altre cop

Amics d’abans

Tants anys sense veure’ns, en sec tan estranys

Antics companys

Que el dia que els trobes promets de trucar-los demà

I malgrat el temps

Rera cada gest

Reconec el nen

Que els diumenges es colava per entrar al ball

Amics d’abans

Tants anys sense veure’ns, en sec tan estranys

Antic company

Encara que no t’ho creuràs

Prometo trucar-te demà

Encara que no t’ho creuràs

Prometo trucar-te demà

In the attic of a large house

That we all had to show up

A whole world to learn

No parents or teachers

Journey to Ithaca and King Crimson on the plate

And the first sneak peeks

Under that look

From a certain Che Guevara

And it was closed there

Where we grew up

Without ever thinking

That fate would leave us broken glass

Friends from before

So many years without seeing them, I am so strange

Former colleagues

That the day you find them you promise to call them tomorrow

The leaves fall from the calendar

And with each one we feel more defeated

But often memorizing

Let's forget the pranks

Fate has been spreading us

And we miss the times together

Agendas are full

Too much work and trouble

We don't even know where we are

Everyone in their own world

Waiting for the turn

May life invite us to dance again

Friends from before

So many years without seeing each other, I'm so strange

Former colleagues

That the day you find them you promise to call them tomorrow

And despite the weather

Repeat every gesture

I recognize the boy

That on Sundays he would sneak in to enter the dance

Friends from before

So many years without seeing each other, I'm so strange

former partner

Although you won't believe it

I promise to call you tomorrow

Although you won't believe it

I promise to call you tomorrow