Juerga Catalana(esp)

Three days without sleeping,
Or four or five, I don't remember.
I met Quimet in Isona,
Do you want to come to the bar for a drink?
Just one drink...
Because I want to go to bed early.

But first his girl sends us,
- go take out the trash
In the square's container -.
But Quimet grabs the car
Heading to Pobla de Segur.

Eight, nine, ten drinks
In a bar in the center...
And when we were already half drunk
We said to each other... let's go make curves!
Roll a joint, let's go!

As we were in Pallars,
We went to Sort to buy
Lottery at La Bruja's
To keep partying until Christmas.

And then towards Puigcerdà...
And up there in the mountains,
We stopped to take a leak,
But we saw how mushrooms
Bloomed in the shit.

These are those mushrooms
That twist my brain.
We ate about two hundred
Grab the car!... goodbye Cerdanya...
We return to La Seu d'Urgell.

Good night... very good night
I'm going to bed. I'm drunk. I'm happy.

It's true that, if you don't mix them,
Mushrooms don't hit you hard,
But with some joints and drinks...
And a couple or three lines
They hit you hard.
And instead of going home,
We sucked up the Collada de Tosses in one gulp,
And we don't know how we ended up in Berga.
And there we met two girls.

In Puig-reig we had some whiskies
And then we got some ecstasy
To get with the chicks.
One worked at the supermarket,
The other had a lot of vice.

A quickie by the river
And the moon smiles at us.
I'm a big fan of sex,
This is perfect...
Hot girls, lots of drugs
Go hard!

So happy!... damn it...
This time we were lucky...
How stubborn nature is
That raises us and also brings us together.
One for the other...
This never stops.

Good night... very good night
I'm going to bed. I'm drunk. I'm happy.

Goodbye very good ones!, little friends...
We have to go to Vic to work.
A few drinks at the casino...
I vomited on the facade
Of Casa Tarradellas.

And coming back from Vic,
At the Hostalric roundabout
The police stopped us.
It was a breathalyzer checkpoint
Holy Virgin!, what anguish!...

But Quimet pulls out the gun
And shoots at the Smurfs
I shit on the checkpoints!
And I warn the Mossos d'Esquadra...
Don't mess with me!

Damn Quimet!... you're going strong...
You've killed three policemen!
I think you've gone too far...

Heading to Breda shitting bricks,
Stops at the bar, gets gas
And a little heroin.
There's nothing like horse
To calm the scare down

And a little calmer,
We went to steal, just in case,
Another car to escape.
So we traded our Golf GTI
For a Mercedes screw you.

Good night... very good night
I'm going to bed. I'm drunk. I'm happy.

I admit we went around a lot
To get to Barcelona.
How beautiful are the beaches of Girona
From Blanes to Tossa and Cadaqués.

An old fisherman told us,
That they saw us in Lloret,
But if I have to be honest with you
I don't remember anything...
So it was very good...

From Sant Pol to La Mina,
There's a secret route that takes you
Straight to glory.
From Las Ramblas to Kentucky,
Passes the Tripi Square...
Go to Harlem and the Glacier,
Then go to Sidecar,
To Jamboree and Luz de Gas.
This city is nothing special,
It's getting more boring every time.
To me, Barcelona
Is becoming more like a bad town.

Good night... very good night
I'm going to bed. I'm drunk. I'm happy.

Let's leave the capital!
Let's go, it's getting late!
To the curves of Garraf
With the motorcycles we stole.
Without lights and drunk.

Damn we're blind!
Damn we're having a great time!
There's nothing like Vallès,
Except for the wine from Penedès.

A joint in Vilanova,
A champagne in Vilafranca...
From Reus to Tarragona...
Catalonia is ending for us
Let's go to Tortosa!

How beautiful the sunset is
Behind the chimney
Of the Ascó nuclear power plant...
I come from a corner of the world
That everyone has screwed over.
- I'm tired of seeing the world -
Quimet told me all gloomy.
Catalonia has grown a lot...
It's the biggest country in the world
My town is the best.

I want to go back with my pigs.
The solemn moment has arrived.
I'm honest, he's honest
- we're nothing Quimet, really.
It's time to go home-
Good night... very good night
I'm going to bed. I'm drunk. I'm happy
There's always a moment in every party,
When one looks at oneself and then thinks
Reflections on existence...
Stop with all the crap,
You've gone overboard with cocaine!

Let's go to Vallclara!
Another drink by the pool,
Breakfast in Panadella
And to cure the hangover
Two gin and tonics in Igualada.

Everyone knows that in Montserrat
Is where the Moreneta lives...
But the boys from the choir school
Are dressed in skirts
And you confuse them with a girl.

And with the drunk we had
We almost fucked them...
Thank goodness!, thanks to the bishop.
Don't touch the child!
It's a boy, not a girl!

Damn God, damn the bishop
Who's ruining the party for us.
What a shit Catalonia!
Cervera, Agramunt, Artesa,
And finally we arrived in Isona.

We went to take out the trash
In the square's container
And we dragged ourselves back home.
- not bad, Quimet, the party-
This Catalan party.