Taronges

Vine-te'n a l'horta amb mi,
a minjar taronges:
les millors són les d'ací,
el camp del veí.

De repent se'n va la llum,
no van ês relonges;
estic banyat i no és pixum:
ja comença a eixir-me fum!

Time is running and, I know,
I need to get out of this maze
si tu me peles la pell
te minjaré el gallonet,
espaiet...

Blau és el color del cel,
roig el del meu cor.
Si vols, ho farem a pèl;
no tens de què tindre por.

Vine-te'n a l'horta amb mi,
a minjar taronges:
les millors són les d'ací,
el camp del veí.

Time is running and, I know,
I need to get out of this maze
to find what’s written in the cards,
or am I going insane?
Then again...

Blau és el color del cel,
roig el del meu cor.
Si vols, ho farem a pèl;
no tens de què tindre por.

Blau és el color del cel,
roig el del meu cor.
Si vols, ho farem a pèl;
no tens de què tindre por.

Ja no puc més: estic molt cansat;
m'estàs dîxant més sec qu'un torrat...

Blau és el color del cel,
roig el del meu cor.
Si vols, ho farem a pèl;
no tens de què tindre por.

Blau! El cel!
Roig! El cor!
Fem-ho a pèl!
No tens de què tindre por,
no tens de què tindre por,
no tens de què tindre
por...

© 2005 de la lletra: Toni de l'Hostal (nét).

Oranges

Come eat oranges with me:
peel them with your fingers
down where people cannot see;
let yourself go free.

Light is out and, suddenly,
the feeling of your touch.
It’s ten-past-six and you’re asleep;
I’ll wipe away your foolish grin.

Time is running and, I know,
I need to get out of this maze
to find what’s written in the cards,
or am I going insane?
Then again...

Grey’s the color in my mind,
never black and white.
A thousand shades before my eyes,
afraid of almost anyone.

Come eat oranges with me:
peel them with your fingers
down where people cannot see;
let yourself go free.

Time is running and, I know,
I need to get out of this maze
to find what’s written in the cards,
or am I going insane?
Then again...

Grey’s the color in my mind,
never black and white.
A thousand shades before my eyes,
afraid of almost anyone.

Grey’s the color in my mind,
never black and white.
A thousand shades before my eyes,
afraid of almost anyone.

But now I’m tired, I can’t go on:
don’t want to wake up and return.

Grey’s the color in my mind,
never black and white.
A thousand shades before my eyes,
afraid of almost anyone.

Grey! The color!
Black! And white!
Shades! My eyes!
afraid of almost anyone,
afraid of almost anyone,
afraid of almost any-
one...

Lyrics © 2000 by Rockfour.