A la taverna del Mar

At the Seaside Tavern

A la taverna del Mar

At the seaside tavern sits an old manA la taverna del Mar hi seu un vell
with a whitish head, letting himself go;amb el cap blanquinós, deixat anar;
he has the newspaper in front because no one keeps him company.té el diari al davant perquè ningú no li fa companyia.

He knows the disdain in people's eyes for his body,Sap el menyspreu que els ulls tenen pel seu cos,
he knows that time has passed without any joy,sap que el temps ha passat sense cap goig,
that he can no longer give the old freshness of that beauty he had.que ja no pot donar l'antiga frescor d'aquella bellesa que tenia.

He's old, he knows it well; he's old, he feels it well.És vell, prou que ho sap; és vell, prou que ho nota.
He's old, he senses it every moment he cries.És vell, prou que ho sent cada instant que plora.
He's old, and he has time, too much time to see it.És vell, i té temps, massa temps per a veure-ho.
He was, he was when he was still yesterday.Era, era quan era ahir encara.

And he remembers the wisdom, the liar,I se'n recorda del seny, el mentider,
like the wisdom that made him this hellcom el seny que li va fer aquest infern
when to every desire it said, "tomorrow you'll have time still".quan a cada desig li deia "demà tindràs temps encara".

And he recalls the pleasure he held back,I fa memòria del plaer que va frenar,
every dawn of joy he denied himself,cada albada de goig que es va negar,
every lost moment that now mocks his body worn by the years.cada estona perduda que ara li fa escarni del cos llaurat pels anys.

He's old, he knows it well; he's old, he feels it well...És vell, prou que ho sap; és vell, prou que ho nota...

At the seaside tavern sits an old manA la taverna del Mar hi seu un vell
who, from so much remembering, so much dreaming,que, de tant recordar, tant somniar,
has fallen asleep on the table.s'ha quedat adormit damunt la taula.