A Vegades El Món Em Fa Por

Sometimes the World Scares Me

A Vegades El Món Em Fa Por

You walkCamines
without looking at mesesnse mirar-me
I chewrumio
on it again,un altre cop,
silencessilencis
that hurt more than both our words.que fan més mal que les paraules de tots dos.
You dreamSomies
of their face,la seva cara,
you think of themel penses
and it’s not me.i no sóc jo.
You just decided that the only truth is a mistakeAcabes de decidir que l´unic cert és un error
You say you’re tiredDius cansada
while you avoid my gazementre esquives la mirada
goodnight with a voice so sadbona nit amb veu tan trista
that I can’t bring myself to tell youque no em veig amb cor de dir-te
That sometimes the world scares me,Que a vegades el món em fa por,
sometimes I’m not right.a vegades no tinc la raó.
the air carries the scent of tomorrow;porta l´aire olor de demà;
it wasn’t long ago you loved me.no fa gaire em vas estimar.
you waitesperes
for a call,una trucada,
I arrivearribo
too soon,massa aviat,
you hang updespenges
and make us both believe we were wrong.i ens fas creure a tots dos que ens hem equivocat.
You invent another excuse,Inventes una altra excusa,
I listenl´escolto
pretending,dissimulant,
you shuffleremenes
that photo where you look at me like before.aquella foto on em mires com abans.
You say as alwaysDius com sempre
not to adjust the windowque no ajusti la finestra
and so another old night arrives,i així arriba una altra nit antiga,
cold as the wind that seeps in.freda com el vent que es filtra.
Sometimes the world scares me,A vegades el món em fa por,
sometimes I’m not right.a vegades no tinc la raó.
the air carries the scent of tomorrow;porta l´aire olor de demà;
it wasn’t long ago you loved me.no fa gaire em vas estimar.
Things that don’tCoses que no
belong to you and mesón de tu i jo
fill the margins and paint them dark.omplen els marges i els pinten de fosc.
Bitter bulletsBales de dol
open wounds that time doesn’t heal.obren ferides que el temps no resol.
Sometimes the world scares me,A vegades el món em fa por,
sometimes I’m not right.a vegades no tinc la raó.
the air carries the scent of tomorrow;porta l´aire olor de demà;
it wasn’t long ago you loved me.no fa gaire em vas estimar.