El Legat Del Pastor
Un servidor ha estat sempre pastor
Cent cabres tinc i un sarró
Oi lai kai o lai kai rai carai
I un dia estant pasturant el ramat
Pels grans prats del pallars
La tarda era grisa i el cel gris com humit
Anunciava turmenta anunciava mal temps
Oi lai kai o lai kai rai carai
I de cop un gran tro i un gran llamp
I les cabres muntanya avall
Espantades cagades de por
Però què feu on aneu però pareu
No correu que us perdreu
Espereu-me que vinc
Oi lai kai o lai kai rai carai
I ai carai que tropeço i merda que caic
Caic caic caic just a ran d'un barranc
Mai he trobat la branca on amarrar-me
I rellisco em despenyo precipici avall
Oi lai kai o lai kai rai carai
I jo caic i rodolo i m'esclafo ben bé sota de tot
Sobre una pedra inmensa al fondo del barranc
Oi lai kai o lai kai rai carai
I jo a baix aplastat moribund
En un moment així pots contar què es pot dir
Baixeu totes aquí veniu totes a mi
Que és que abans de morir
Escolteu que us vull dir
Filles meves algun dia aquestes terres seran vostres
Tota l'herba tots els prats
Tos els fruits tots els sembrats
Que he viscut sempre en carència
Però us puc deixar alguna herència
Tots els arbres tot el blat
Tots els rius tots els poblats
Filles meves que és que us deixo
Que em moro avui mateix
Però no ploreu per mi cabretes
I segui el vostre pas
Que és que avui un dono festa
És la meva última tarda i dono festa a tothom
I sou lliures
I a partir d'ara sou lliures
Podeu fer el que volgueu família
Sóc el papa sóc la mama
Sóc el papa de les cabres
Però brinqueu brinqueu cabretes
Aneu fugiu a les muntanyes
I oculteu-vos un temps al bosc
Reposeu-vos mengeu herba
Però agafeu aquest sarró que us entrego
I conserveu-lo
Aquest sarró de cuiro vell
Que he portat sempre a l'esquena
Sols us dono aquest macuto
Potser algun dia us farà falta
Si trobeu la pastoreta
D'ulls bellíssims a la serra
La pastora de cabretes
Preferida pels cabrons i bens i xais
I bots i ovelles
La pastora de la serra
Que fa abrics de pell humana
Quan les cabres tenen fred família
És la mama i és el papa
És la mama de les cabres
Be be be ves per on si la veieu
Doneu-li records
Que m'he mort que si voleu podeu anar amb ella
Pasturant brincant pels prats
Pasturant brincant per l'herba
Hi ha dos coses a la vida que és que deixo perquè em moro
Hi ha dos coses a la vida que és que deixo per això ploro
La pastora de la serra
I un ramat de cabre sueltas.
The Legacy of the Shepherd
I've always been a shepherd
I have a hundred goats and a bag
Oh lay kai oh lay kai rai carai
One day while tending the flock
In the vast meadows of Pallars
The afternoon was gray and the sky gray and damp
It announced a storm, it announced bad weather
Oh lay kai oh lay kai rai carai
And suddenly a loud thunder and a big flash
And the goats ran down the mountain
Frightened, scared shitless
But what are you doing, where are you going, but stop
Don't run, you'll get lost
Wait for me, I'm coming
Oh lay kai oh lay kai rai carai
And oh shit, I trip and damn, I fall
I fall, fall, fall right at the edge of a ravine
I've never found the branch to hold on to
And I slip, I tumble down the cliff
Oh lay kai oh lay kai rai carai
And I fall and roll and I crush myself right under it all
On a huge rock at the bottom of the ravine
Oh lay kai oh lay kai rai carai
And I'm down, crushed, dying
In a moment like this, you can count what can be said
All of you come here, come to me
Before I die
Listen to what I want to say
My daughters, one day this land will be yours
All the grass, all the meadows
All the fruits, all the crops
I've always lived in scarcity
But I can leave you some inheritance
All the trees, all the wheat
All the rivers, all the towns
My daughters, what do I leave you
That I'm dying right now
But don't cry for me, little goats
And keep moving on
Because today I'm throwing a party
It's my last afternoon and I'm throwing a party for everyone
And you are free
And from now on, you are free
You can do whatever you want, family
I'm the dad, I'm the mom
I'm the dad of the goats
But jump, jump, little goats
Run away to the mountains
And hide for a while in the woods
Rest, eat grass
But take this bag that I give you
And keep it
This old leather bag
That I've always carried on my back
I only give you this backpack
Maybe one day you'll need it
If you find the shepherdess
With beautiful eyes in the mountains
The shepherdess of the little goats
Preferred by the bucks and rams and lambs
And kids and ewes
The shepherdess of the mountains
Who makes coats from human skin
When the goats are cold, family
She's the mom and she's the dad
She's the mom of the goats
Baa baa baa, look where you see her
Send her my regards
That I'm dead, and if you want, you can go with her
Tending, jumping in the meadows
Tending, jumping in the grass
There are two things in life that I leave because I'm dying
There are two things in life that I leave, that's why I cry
The shepherdess of the mountains
And a flock of loose goats.