Es Far de Ses Salines
Encara té sa clau des far on treballava,
Encara té sa clau d'ençà que el jubilaren,
Agafa sa bicicleta d'un fill seu, una mountain bike,
I fa un poc de voltera per no passar davant sa tercera edat,
I enfila sa carretera des far de ses salines,
I enfila sa carretera i duu es canet darrere, darrere,
Hi ha trull de contrabando, un truller.
Ja s'ha tancat sa nit i puja a dalt de tot,
Se corda s'anorac i obre un finestró.
Per falta de lluna, venus se reflexa a la mar,
Es ulls té ple d'estrelles de tant de cavil·lar,
I pensa que només és a damunt una de tantes,
Es ulls té ple d'estrelles de tant de mirar-les.
"oh, mirau, mirau, si n'hi ha... quantes".
The Lighthouse of Ses Salines
He still has the key to the lighthouse where he worked,
He still has the key since he retired,
He takes his son's bike, a mountain bike,
And rides around to avoid passing in front of old age,
And he takes the road to the lighthouse of Ses Salines,
He takes the road and carries the lantern behind, behind,
There's a smuggling hideout, a smuggler.
The night has already closed and he climbs to the top,
He puts on his anorak and opens a window.
Due to the lack of moonlight, Venus reflects on the sea,
His eyes are full of stars from so much pondering,
And he thinks he's just on top of one of many,
His eyes are full of stars from looking at them so much.
"oh, look, look, are there... how many".
Escrita por: Joan Miquel Oliver