L'últim tirabol

The Last Tirabol

L'últim tirabol

He was young, he was from Berguedà,Era jove,era berguedà,
he was about to turn twenty-three,estava a punt de fer vint-i-tres anys,
Corpus was approaching, it could be seen in his eyess'acostava Corpus,se li veia en els ulls
lit up like sparks of Patum.encesos com espurnes de Patum.
Half the town said he was a good lad,Mig poble deia que era un bon sagal,
the other half said he was a troublemaker,l'altre mig que era un bordegàs,
and the girl he lovedi la noia que estimava
didn't pay attention to him.no li fotia cas.
On Patum Wednesday we agreedDimecres de Patum vam quedar
to meet at the railing but he didn'ta la barana però no s'hi va
show up,presentar,
in a turn, with his old caren un revolt,amb el seu cotxe vell
he lost his life.va deixar la pell.

From a corner I heard the giants,Des d'un racó sentia els gegants,
the music accompaniedla música acompanyava
tears rolling down my cheeksunes llàgrimes galtes avall
when I returned to the square.quan vaig tornar a la plaça.
Maybe it was the magic of Patum,Potser va ser la màgia de la Patum,
or the mix and the beer,o la barreja i la cervesa,
but that event was notperò aquell fet no va ser per mi
a surprise to me.pas una sorpresa.
I thought I saw him comingEm va semblar veure'l arribar
with his hat and his handkerchief around his neck,amb el barret i el mocador nusat,
he told me that Saint Peter has the customem va dir que Sant Pere té per costum
of letting the people from Berguedàdeixar als berguedans
make a final jump of Patum.fer un darrer salt de Patum.

With a complicit lookAmb una mirada de complicitat
and a smile as he used to have,i amb un somriure com tenia ell sol,
holding arms we jumpedde bracet agafats vam saltar
the last Tirabol.l'últim Tirabol.