Que feliç era mare
Quan estava tot sol amb la mare,
a l'hivern, a la vora del foc
d'una antiga casa catalana,
en un poble petit i polsós,
que feliç era, mare,
que feliç era jo.
I sentia bramar la tempesta,
i els pagesos fugir esverats,
botzinant perquè la tramuntana
els espolsa la closa i el blat,
que feliç era, mare,
que feliç era jo.
Quan a casa faltava una cosa,
posant-me bufanda i abric,
me n'anava corrents a buscar-la
i tornava content i arraulit,
que feliç era, mare,
que feliç era jo.
Quan estava tot sol a la cambra
i sentia els arbres cruixir
i la gent que passava esverada,
m'agafava fort al coixí,
que feliç era, mare,
que feliç era jo.
I els ocells dormien a les branques
i ja es veia el cel clarejant,
m'amagava darrera d'un arbre
i ho mirava tot, somniant,
que feliç era, mare,
que feliç era jo.
How Happy Mother Was
When I was all alone with my mother,
in the winter, by the fire
of an old Catalan house,
in a small and dusty village,
how happy mother was,
how happy I was.
I heard the storm roar,
and the farmers running scared,
hurrying because the north wind
scatters the chaff and the wheat,
how happy mother was,
how happy I was.
When something was missing at home,
putting on a scarf and coat,
I would run to find it
and come back happy and cozy,
how happy mother was,
how happy I was.
When I was all alone in the room
and heard the trees creaking
and the people passing by scared,
I would hold onto the pillow tight,
how happy mother was,
how happy I was.
And the birds slept on the branches
and the sky was clearing up,
I would hide behind a tree
and watch everything, dreaming,
how happy mother was,
how happy I was.