Colpeja Fort

Hit Hard

Colpeja Fort

An old man climbs a path from the town to the mountain,Un vell puja senda del poble a la muntanya,
And the path day by day gets shorter and more bitter,I la senda dia a dia es fa més curta i més amarga,
Breathe deep and head back home.Respira fort i torna cap a casa.
No more foxes or wolves left,Ja no queden raboses ni llops,
No more mushrooms, no more wildflowers,Ni esclatasangs, ni margallons,
No fig trees or a lonely lizard.Ni figueres de pala, ni una trista sargantana

An old man climbs a path from the town to the mountain,Un vell puja una senda del poble a la muntanya
And the path day by day gets shorter and more bitter,I la senda dia a dia es fa més curta i més amarga,
Breathe deep and head back home.Respira fort i torna cap a casa.
No more lovers hiding in the corners,Ja no veu enamorats pels racons,
No more cannabis connoisseurs either,Ni sibarites del cannabis tampoc,
Now they’re working overtime to pay the mortgage.Ara estan fent hores extra per pagar-se l'hipoteca.

It’s been a while since it rained,Ja fa temps que no plou,
The snails don’t graze anymore,Els cargols ja no pasturen,
And now that we have to survive,I ara que hem de sobreviure,
We’re unpredictable.Som imprevisibles
Hit hard.Colpeja fort.

An old man climbs a broken and crumbling path,Un vell puja una senda trencada i derruïda
And the more he walks, the more he curses life,I com més camina renega de la vida,
And he swears and remembers the war.I blasfema i se'n recorda de la guerra.
On the dusty roads, syringes and questions,Pels camins de pols xeringues i preguntes,
The ravines break and the fangs disappear,Els barrancs es trenquen i els ullals desapareixen,
And the banks weep, the stones weep.I els marges ploren, les pedres ploren.

All the wells have filled with salt,Tots els pous s'han farcit de sal,
And the money has changed hands,I els diners han canviat de mans,
And the banks weep and the kids leave the town.I els marges ploren i els fills se'n van del poble.

We’ve spent it all on the cropsHo hem gastat tot en la sembra
And now we can’t water them,I ara no podem regar,
And now that we have to survive,I ara que hem de sobreviure
We’re unpredictable.Som imprevisibles
Hit hard.Colpeja fort.

We’ll stay true to this town,Ens mantindrem fidels a aquest poble,
We’ll always stay true,Ens mantindrem sempre fidels,
To our town.Al nostre poble.

Sifting through time, a trap for memory.Garbell del temps parany a la memòria.
The thyme doesn’t sprout,El timó no brota
The desert is closing in.El desert s'acosta.
Hit hard, my friend,Colpeja fort companya
Hit.Colpeja.