Si No Us Sap Greu
Si no us sap greu
Si pot ser
M'està corcant el neguit
D'anar a fer un tomb pels carrers
Mudat amb els cinc sentits
Us deixo el suplent al mirall
I el patrimoni en manlleu
Que he de sortir urgentment
Si no us sap greu
Si no us sap greu
Si pot ser
Prendré
Els perfums d'aquest xàfec de tardor
Del cec, la punta dels dits
I del pa calent, un crostó
Del brot nou, lo que serà
I del sexe el seu darrer alè
I la claror de la lluna
Si pot ser
Aquesta puta sensació d'arribar sempre tard
De passar per les coses sense tocar-les
De perdre el temps tractant
De fer quelcom d'important
Abans que el suplent cridi
Salvi's qui pugui
M'he promès a la vida
Visquin els nuvis!
Anem a esbrinar el que es conspira arreu
I el que sospira el revolt del riu
I el que es rondina als mercats
I el que el diari no diu
Si cal viure i cal morir
Voldria fer-ho a nom meu
Per respecte a l'espècie
Si no us sap greu
If You Don't Mind
If you don't mind, if it's okay, it's eating away at me... to take a stroll through the streets, fully aware and alive. I'll leave the substitute in the mirror and the heritage in limbo, 'cause I gotta head out urgently if you don't mind. If you don't mind, if it's okay, I'll take the scents of this autumn downpour, the blind man's touch, and the warmth of fresh bread, a crusty roll. From the new bud, what will be, and from sex, its final breath, and the moonlight if that's alright. This damn feeling of always being late, of skimming through things without touching them, of wasting time trying to do something important... Before the substitute calls... ..."Every man for himself"... I've promised myself to life. Long live the newlyweds! Let's find out what's brewing everywhere, and what whispers around the river bend, and what grumbles in the markets, and what the paper doesn't say. If we have to live and we have to die, I'd like to do it in my own name out of respect for the species... If you don't mind.