Arriba la Nit - Txarango

Sota la pluja que renta les mentides

tants homes com formigues obren les llums del son

sota la pluja que renta les mentides

la ciutat adormida amb tants senyors com pors

Arlequins i clowns ploraners prenen els carrers vetllen la son

trapezistes, equilibristes, jocs de mans, malabars de foc

Dorm…

Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran

Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran

Sota la pluja que renta les mentides

porpra la nit somia que ara és taronja de malsons

Papers als bassals mollats, cartes perdudes, balcons, somnis i terrats,

un laberint d’històries, un mim perdut entre els teus ulls i el mar

Dorm…

Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran

Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran

Potser demà el matí

tot haurà canviat

potser demà el matí

tot s’haurà acabat

Si els teus ulls s’obren de matinada

vull que em vegin somiar d’aprop

sent la pluja saltant de les teulades

escombra el teatre dels malsons

Si els teus ulls s’obren de matinada

vull que em vetllin la son d’aprop

sent la pluja saltant de les teulades

escombra el teatre dels malsons

Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran

Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran

Potser demà el matí

tot haurà canviat

sóc menys pallasso que ahir

no vull fer-me gran

Under the rain that washes the lies

as many men as ants open the lights of sleep

under the rain that washes the lies

the city asleep with as many lords as fears

Harlequins and weeping clowns take to the streets to watch

trapeze artists, tightrope walkers, hand games, fire juggling

Sleep

Night comes, it comes to the city

i'm less of a clown than yesterday i don't want to grow up

Night comes, it comes to the city

i'm less of a clown than yesterday i don't want to grow up

Under the rain that washes the lies

purple night dreams that is now nightmare orange

Papers in wet puddles, lost letters, balconies, dreams and rooftops,

a maze of stories, a mime lost between your eyes and the sea

Sleep

Night comes, it comes to the city

i'm less of a clown than yesterday i don't want to grow up

Night comes, it comes to the city

i'm less of a clown than yesterday i don't want to grow up

Maybe tomorrow morning

everything will have changed

maybe tomorrow morning

it's all over

If your eyes open in the morning

I want them to see me dreaming up close

feeling the rain leaping from the roofs

sweeps the theater of nightmares

If your eyes open in the morning

I want them to wake me up

feeling the rain leaping from the roofs

sweeps the theater of nightmares

Night comes, it comes to the city

i'm less of a clown than yesterday i don't want to grow up

Night comes, it comes to the city

i'm less of a clown than yesterday i don't want to grow up

Maybe tomorrow morning

everything will have changed

i'm less a clown than yesterday

i don't want to grow up