El bandoler
Era el segle XIX
El seu nom: Joan Serra
Bandoler per vocació
El seu mot: En La Pera
Li agradava la sang
Ben fresca i ben nova
Per ferides brollant
Embrutint la roba
Se sentien cridar
A les víctimes boges
Per la por i el dolor
Pietat, pietat!
No em mateu
Jo tinc dos fills i una esposa
Us daré tot mon diner
Però no em claveu eixa daga
No em mateu
Us demano per ma mare!
Reseu l'últim 'Crec en Déu'
Pietat, pietat!
I poc a poc
Aclavantli punyalades
El seu mot era en La Pera
Bandoler per vocació
L'endemà
Davant la Verge del Carme
Hi ha un home que està pregant
De dos ciris encén la flama
I així
Per camins i muntanyes
Se senten els forts crits
De la gent que La Pera mata
No em mateu
Jo tinc dos fills i una esposa
Us daré tot mon diner
Però no em claveu eixa daga
No em mateu
Us demano per ma mare!
Reseu l'últim 'Crec en Déu'
Pietat, pietat!
I altre cop
La Verge te una pregària
I per l'ànima d'un mort
Dos ciris ja tenen flama
Però, en Joan Serra
Avui ja no ha tingut sort
Dos soldats l'han agafat
I ara resta entre barrots
I tothom de bon matí
Veu la forca preparada
En La Pera dóna un crit
És l'última pregària
Quan jo sigui ben mort
I penjat de l'alta forca
I defalleixi mon cor
I m'aneu a posar a la fosa
Que algú resi una pregària
Davant la Verge del Carme
I que dos ciris tinguin flama
Ningú
Ho va fer
The Outlaw
It was the 19th century
His name: Joan Serra
Outlaw by calling
His nickname: In La Pera
He loved fresh blood
Fresh and new
From gushing wounds
Staining the clothes
You could hear them scream
From the crazy victims
From the fear and the pain
Mercy, mercy!
Don't kill me
I have two kids and a wife
I'll give you all my money
But don't stab me with that dagger
Don't kill me
I beg you for my mother!
Pray the last 'I believe in God'
Mercy, mercy!
And little by little
With stabbing blows
His nickname was In La Pera
Outlaw by calling
The next day
In front of the Virgin of Carmen
There's a man praying
Lighting the flame of two candles
And so
Through paths and mountains
You can hear the loud cries
Of the people that La Pera kills
Don't kill me
I have two kids and a wife
I'll give you all my money
But don't stab me with that dagger
Don't kill me
I beg you for my mother!
Pray the last 'I believe in God'
Mercy, mercy!
And once again
The Virgin has a prayer
And for the soul of a dead man
Two candles already have flames
But, Joan Serra
Today has run out of luck
Two soldiers have caught him
And now he rests behind bars
And everyone in the morning
Sees the gallows prepared
In La Pera lets out a cry
It's the last prayer
When I'm dead and gone
Hanging from the high gallows
And my heart fails
And you lay me in the grave
Let someone say a prayer
In front of the Virgin of Carmen
And let two candles have flames
No one
Did it