Novembre
Umpah-Pah Lyrics


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Riuràs per força
entre olors de pixum
enmig de crits d´alcohol i ampolles,
una nyonya gris.

És nit de sants.
Nit de fred i guspires
Nit de dol, xim, xim
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Nits de sants, de morts i difunts

Són nits de porles,
nits barrufant el seny,
de plom, canons d´encàrrec
principiants a mesells

Nits de foc
Nits de fang i castanyes
Nits de farts
Nits de boira i desguàs
Nits de bars de merda en un sac
Ram rampataplam
Quin aviram!
Ram rampataplam
Novembre sant
Em cous

Cent trons que esmolen l´eina
estriparan el cel, cels
cent manyocs, tots fills de gleva
ben junts per cremar els déus, déus
enmig de pluja, preludis de l´hivern
nits de coragre
de gaites i esbufecs
cinc nits d´autista
d´antics amics
cinc nits, cinc tous
Ei noi! No cal que espantis mosques
Ei! Girona fa olor a sants
Ei! Guaita l´arcàngel
Ei noi! Girona és immortal
Ei noi! Girona és immortal
Ei noi! Girona és immortal

Dos cops, no tres com ens deia el frare
amb dos cops n´hi ha prou




Dos cops, no tres tanta tifa embafa
amb dos cops n´hi ha prou

Overall Meaning

The first verse of the song "Novembre" by Umpah-pah talks about an old woman who is walking through the streets amidst the smells of garbage and broken bottles. The lyrics suggest that she is forced to walk through this unpleasant environment, which can be interpreted as a metaphor for life's hardships. The line "És nit de sants," which means "It's a saint's night," suggests that this scene is set on a night of remembrance for the departed.


The following verses talk about the different emotions and experiences that people associate with the month of November, which is typically associated with the approach of winter and the end of the year. The lyrics mention nights of fear, hunger, and chaos, as well as the custom of burning effigies of gods during this period. The call-and-response section towards the end of the song suggests a communal celebration of the season in the city of Girona.


Overall, the song "Novembre" explores themes of hardship, remembrance, and community, with a particular focus on the customs and traditions associated with the fall season in Catalonian culture.


Line by Line Meaning

Riuràs per força entre olors de pixum enmig de crits d´alcohol i ampolles, una nyonya gris.
Laughing by force, amidst the smells of filth, surrounded by shouts of alcohol and bottles, is a grey lady.


És nit de sants. Nit de fred i guspires Nit de dol, xim, xim Ding, dong, ding, dong Nits de sants, de morts i difunts
It is the night of the saints. A night of cold and sparks, a night of mourning, chim chim, ding dong, a night of saints, dead and departed.


Són nits de porles, nits barrufant el seny, de plom, canons d´encàrrec principiants a mesells
They are nights of fears, nights that cloud the mind, of lead, commissioned guns that shoot beginners.


Nits de foc Nits de fang i castanyes Nits de farts Nits de boira i desguàs Nits de bars de merda en un sac Ram rampataplam Quin aviram! Ram rampataplam Novembre sant Em cous
Nights of fire, nights of mud and chestnuts, nights of hunger, nights of fog and sewage, nights of shitty bars in a bag, ram rampataplam, what a whirl! Ram rampataplam, holy November, it stitches me up.


Cent trons que esmolen l´eina estriparan el cel, cels cent manyocs, tots fills de gleva ben junts per cremar els déus, déus enmig de pluja, preludis de l´hivern nits de coragre de gaites i esbufecs cinc nits d´autista d´antics amics cinc nits, cinc tous
One hundred thunders that sharpen the tool will tear the sky, skies, one hundred bundles, all children of deceit, together to burn the gods, gods, amidst rain, preludes of winter, nights of courage, of bagpipes and roars, five nights of insanity, of old friends, five nights, five all.


Ei noi! No cal que espantis mosques Ei! Girona fa olor a sants Ei! Guaita l´arcàngel Ei noi! Girona és immortal Ei noi! Girona és immortal Ei noi! Girona és immortal
Hey you! No need to scare off mosquitoes, hey! Girona smells like saints. Hey! Watch the archangel, hey you! Girona is immortal, hey you! Girona is immortal, hey you! Girona is immortal.


Dos cops, no tres com ens deia el frare amb dos cops n´hi ha prou Dos cops, no tres tanta tifa embafa amb dos cops n´hi ha prou
Two hits, not three as the friar told us, two hits are enough, two hits, not three, so much riffraff suffocates, two hits are enough.




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