Vespre - Roger Mas, Els Pets

Cap al vespre s quan, ests com cansat,

I no saps el que fer i et quedes fixat,

I et trobes molt sol, i el soroll s’esvaeix,

I mires el carrer i no hi ha gaire gent.

I canvien els sons i tot sembla ms mort,

I vols cridar ben fort, que ests fins els collons.

Cap el vespre ests trist i no saps on anar,

I et prepares un wisky i no te’l pots acabar.

I t’encens un cigarro, sense ganes de fumar

I l’apagues aviat i et tornes a aixecar,

I de sobte tens por, de sentir-te tan buit,

I te’n vas cap al pub i no hi trobes ning.

I surts fora el carrer, i comences a crrer,

I el vent et va assecant, el que sembla una llgrima,

I t’atures cansat, amb el nas ple de mocs,

I t’empatxes de nit i respires ben fort, fort, fort.

Cap al vespre s quan ests com cansat,

I no saps el que fer i et quedes fixat,

Cap al vespre ests trist i no hi trobes ning,

I mires al carrer i no hi ha gaire gent.

Towards the evening, when, you're like tired,

And you don't know what to do and you stay fixed,

And you are very lonely, and the noise fades away,

And you look down the street and there aren't many people.

And the sounds change and everything seems deader,

And you want to scream really loud, you're up to your neck.

In the evening you are sad and you don't know where to go,

And you make yourself a whiskey and you can't finish it.

And you light a cigarette, not wanting to smoke

And you turn it off soon and get up again,

And suddenly you're afraid, of feeling so empty,

And you go to the pub and you don't find anyone there.

And you go out into the street, and you start running,

And the wind is drying you, what looks like a tear,

And you stop tired, with your nose full of mucus,

And you get stuck at night and breathe hard, hard, hard.

Towards the evening, when you are tired,

And you don't know what to do and you stay fixed,

Towards evening you are sad and you find no one there,

And you look down the street and there aren't many people.