Que feliç era mare

How Happy Mother Was

Que feliç era mare

When I was all alone with my mother,Quan estava tot sol amb la mare,
in the winter, by the firea l'hivern, a la vora del foc
of an old Catalan house,d'una antiga casa catalana,
in a small and dusty village,en un poble petit i polsós,
how happy mother was,que feliç era, mare,
how happy I was.que feliç era jo.

I heard the storm roar,I sentia bramar la tempesta,
and the farmers running scared,i els pagesos fugir esverats,
hurrying because the north windbotzinant perquè la tramuntana
scatters the chaff and the wheat,els espolsa la closa i el blat,
how happy mother was,que feliç era, mare,
how happy I was.que feliç era jo.

When something was missing at home,Quan a casa faltava una cosa,
putting on a scarf and coat,posant-me bufanda i abric,
I would run to find itme n'anava corrents a buscar-la
and come back happy and cozy,i tornava content i arraulit,
how happy mother was,que feliç era, mare,
how happy I was.que feliç era jo.

When I was all alone in the roomQuan estava tot sol a la cambra
and heard the trees creakingi sentia els arbres cruixir
and the people passing by scared,i la gent que passava esverada,
I would hold onto the pillow tight,m'agafava fort al coixí,
how happy mother was,que feliç era, mare,
how happy I was.que feliç era jo.

And the birds slept on the branchesI els ocells dormien a les branques
and the sky was clearing up,i ja es veia el cel clarejant,
I would hide behind a treem'amagava darrera d'un arbre
and watch everything, dreaming,i ho mirava tot, somniant,
how happy mother was,que feliç era, mare,
how happy I was.que feliç era jo.