Vint-i-un Botons
Soc el fill d'un home senzill que dormia coloms amb la mà
Titular d'un càrrec de pes a casa de gent benestant
Capità del silenci quan toca, la mesura perfecta i la puntualitat
Escrivà de paraules senzilles als mots encreuats
Quarts de sis
Ja som a la platja i sembla que tot preparat
Els senyors, el vestit vermell i els núvols que venen de franc
Un pintor de silenci tranquil parla del bell somriure que avui té la llum
I la Cèlia que espera pacient com ho fa de costum
Vint-i-un botons cordats
Un dimarts de primavera
A la riba d'ultramar
On no paren les sirenes
Benvinguts al cel més alt que han vist mai les nostres celles
Canto peces d'un joglar, que aquí on em veieu
Jo soc el senyor que aguanta el paraigua mentre balleu
Vaig pensant
Les coses que penso quan no tinc res més per pensar
Ella riu, i ell fa aquell posat de tio seriós i elegant
Gira el vent, el terra se'ns mou, i la Cèlia que es prem el barret contra el cap
Com qui atura una idea que avui li ha donat per volar
Vint-i-un botons cordats
Un dimarts de primavera
A la riba d'ultramar
On no paren les sirenes
Benvinguts al cel més alt que han vist mai les nostres celles
Canto peces d'un joglar, que aquí on em veieu
Jo soc el senyor que aguanta el paraigua mentre balleu
Vint-i-un botons cordats
Un dimarts de primavera
A la riba d'ultramar
On no paren les sirenes
Benvinguts al cel més alt que han vist mai les nostres celles
Canto peces d'un joglar, que aquí on em veieu
Jo soc el senyor que aguanta el paraigua mentre balleu
Twenty-One Buttons
I'm the son of a simple man who sleeps with doves in his hand
Holder of a heavy title in a wealthy household
Captain of silence when it strikes, the perfect measure and punctuality
Scribe of simple words in crossword puzzles
Quarter to six
We're at the beach and it seems like everything's ready
The gentlemen, the red suit, and the clouds that come for free
A painter of tranquil silence talks about the beautiful smile that the light has today
And Celia waits patiently as she usually does
Twenty-one buttons fastened
On a Tuesday in spring
On the shores of overseas
Where the sirens never stop
Welcome to the highest heaven our brows have ever seen
I sing pieces of a minstrel, that here where you see me
I'm the guy holding the umbrella while you dance
I keep thinking
The things I think when I have nothing else to think about
She laughs, and he strikes that serious and elegant pose
The wind turns, the ground shifts beneath us, and Celia presses her hat against her head
Like someone stopping an idea that today has taken flight
Twenty-one buttons fastened
On a Tuesday in spring
On the shores of overseas
Where the sirens never stop
Welcome to the highest heaven our brows have ever seen
I sing pieces of a minstrel, that here where you see me
I'm the guy holding the umbrella while you dance
Twenty-one buttons fastened
On a Tuesday in spring
On the shores of overseas
Where the sirens never stop
Welcome to the highest heaven our brows have ever seen
I sing pieces of a minstrel, that here where you see me
I'm the guy holding the umbrella while you dance