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En Joan era un pobre pagès

Ell sempre humil, ell sempre honest

Vivia amb l´hermosa Maria

I ho feia tot perquè sempre mengés

En canvi en Lluís era molt ric

A ell mai no li va faltar de res

Com si tot el que ell volgués

En dir-ho, als peus ho tingués

I és que uns tant

I altres tant poc

Però tots feliços tal com són

Un dia el Lluís es va creuar

Amb la Maria passejant

I enamorat es va jurar

Pagar per ella el preu més alt

I en aquells temps va haver una guerra

En Joan jove i fort per força va marxar

En Lluís no era apte per morir

Això és una merda, tio has d´aguantar

Tot era estrany en els seus ulls

La por, l´odi, la tristor

I la Maria se´l va mirar

Com si ja no pogués veure´l mai més

Llavors el Lluís va aprofitar

I a la Maria va comprar, i li va dir:

«Sé que m´estaves esperant, jo no t´havia oblidat

Jo et puc donar tot el què vols

Tinc tot el què puguis desitjar».

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Agafa´m de la mà, corre i no t´ho pensis massa

Que et donaré el què vols, si no ho tens en aquesta casa

Jo sé el que tu vols i tu fa temps que ho desitjaves

Pensa el què faràs i com viuràs a partir d´ara

El Joan no tornarà, és el seu fi.

Jo ja ho sabia

Si fos tu «sí» diria i no m´ho pensaria més

Jo et dono flors i joies, festes criats i vestits

Jo et cobriré d´or, plata, bons perfums i Weiss do Frings

I la Maria, se´l va mirar

I de la mà el va agafar

Anava tot cega amb tants regals

Que sense pensar-s´ho, del Joan va passar!

i li va dir:

«Jo en tu ja no et puc esperar, tu em fas patir i treballar

Ell tot el dia juga amb mi, bona sort que l´hagi trobat».

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Aquell pobre pagès sabia que anava a morir

Llavors va dir: «si em moro, tu també et mores amb mi»

La va esperar a les fosques al carrer tota la nit

Quan ella va sortir la va matar sense patir

Amb la mateixa arma es va fer ell un tret al cap

Va caure estès a terra amb la Maria al seu costat

La conya de la història amics meus reflexioneu:

No és que en Joan morís, sinó que el Lluís està de peu

I el Lluís se´ls va mirar

Va ser d´aquells dies que més va plorar

Sol es trobava amb els seus calers

Per molts que en tingués, massa car per ell, i es va dir:

«Segur que algú m´està esperant, això ho oblido jo demà

A moltes noies puc comprar, no importa a qui hagi de trepitjar».

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John was a poor farmer

He always humble, he always honest

He lived with the beautiful Maria

And he did everything to always eat

On the other hand, Lluís was very rich

He never lacked for anything

Like everything he wanted

When he said it, he had it at his feet

And that's a lot

And others so little

But all happy as they are

One day Luis crossed paths

With Maria walking

And in love he swore

Pay the highest price for her

And in those days there was a war

Young and strong John left

Luis was not fit to die

This is bullshit, man you have to hold on

Everything was strange in his eyes

The fear, the hatred, the sadness

And Maria looked at him

As if I could never see him again

Then Louis took advantage

And he bought Mary, and said to her:

"I know you were waiting for me, I hadn't forgotten you

I can give you everything you want

I have everything you could want.'

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Take my hand, run and don't think too much

That I will give you what you want, if you don't have it in this house

I know what you want and you've wanted it for a long time

Think about what you will do and how you will live from now on

John will not return, it is his end.

I already knew that

If I were you, I would say "yes" and not think about it again

I give you flowers and jewels, parties, servants and dresses

I will cover you with gold, silver, good perfumes and Weiss do Frings

And Maria looked at him

And he took him by the hand

She was completely blind with so many gifts

That without thinking about it, del Joan happened!

and said to him:

"I can no longer wait for you, you make me suffer and work

He plays with me all day, good luck that I found him".

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That poor farmer knew he was going to die

Then he said: "if I die, you also die with me"

He waited for her in the dark in the street all night

When she came out he killed her without suffering

With the same weapon, he shot himself in the head

He fell sprawled on the ground with Maria by his side

The wedge of history my friends reflect:

It's not that Joan died, but that Luis is standing

And Luis looked at them

It was one of those days that he cried the most

He was alone with his caleros

However many he had, too expensive for him, and he said to himself:

"Surely someone is waiting for me, I'll forget that tomorrow

I can buy a lot of girls, it doesn't matter who I have to step on."

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