No en tinc ganes - Els Pets

Hauria d’estimar-te, pel que tu fas per mi

Hauria de complaure’t quan anem a dormir

Perquè serà que mai vull fer el que caldria

Quin estrany gnom és el que sempre m’ho fa dir…

Serà la menopausia, serà que n’estic tip

Serà que no m’agrades, potser serà la nit

Perquè serà que mai vull fer el que caldria

Quin estrany gnom és el que sempre m’ho fa dir…

No en tinc ganes

Serà la matinada, seran les teves mans

Serà la teva cara, tota plena de grans

Perquè serà que mai vull fer el que caldria

Quin estrany gnom és el que sempre m’ho fa dir

No en tinc ganes

I should love you, because of what you do for me

I should please you when we go to sleep

Because I never want to do what it would take

What a strange gnome that always makes me say that...

It will be the menopause, it will be that I am the type

Maybe I don't like you, maybe it's the night

Because I never want to do what it would take

What a strange gnome that always makes me say that...

I don't feel like it

It will be the morning, it will be your hands

It will be your face, all full of pimples

Because I never want to do what it would take

What a strange gnome he always makes me say

I don't feel like it