Amor particular
Com t'ho podria dir
perquè em fos senzill, i et fos veritat,
que sovint em sé tan a prop teu, si canto,
que sovint et sé tan a prop meu, si escoltes,
i penso que no he gosat mai ni dir-t'ho,
que em caldria agrair-te tant temps que fa que t'estimo.
Que junts hem caminat,
en la joia junts, en la pena junts,
i has omplert tan sovint la buidor dels meus mots
i en la nostra partida sempre m'has donat un bon joc.
Per tot això i coses que t'amago
em caldria agrair-te tant temps que fa que t'estimo.
T'estimo, sí,
potser amb timidesa, potser sense saber-ne.
T'estimo, i et sóc gelós
i el poc que valc m'ho nego, si em negues la tendresa;
t'estimo, i em sé feliç
quan veig la teva força, que empeny i que es revolta, que
jo... que jooooo ..... oooo-ooooo
Que passaran els anys,
i vindrà l'adéu, com així ha de ser,
i em pregunto si trobaré el gest correcte,
i sabré acostumar-me a la teva absència,
però tot això serà una altra història,
ara vull agrair-te tant temps que fa que t'estimo.
T'estimo, sí,
potser amb timidesa, potser sense saber-ne.
T'estimo, i et sóc gelós
i el poc que valc m'ho nego, si em negues la tendresa;
t'estimo, i em sé feliç
quan veig la teva força, que empeny i que es revolta, que jo...
soneeeeeeeeeeeeH!
Particular Love
How could I tell you
so that it would be easy for me, and it would be true,
that often I feel so close to you, if I sing,
that often I feel so close to me, if you listen,
and I think I have never dared to tell you,
that I would need to thank you for so long that I love you.
That we have walked together,
in joy together, in sorrow together,
and you have so often filled the emptiness of my words
and in our departure you have always given me a good game.
For all this and things I hide from you
I would need to thank you for so long that I love you.
I love you, yes,
maybe with shyness, maybe without knowing it.
I love you, and I am jealous
and the little I am worth I deny it, if you deny me tenderness;
I love you, and I am happy
when I see your strength, pushing and rebelling, that
I... that I.....
Years will pass,
and farewell will come, as it must be,
and I wonder if I will find the right gesture,
and I will know how to get used to your absence,
but all this will be another story,
now I want to thank you for so long that I love you.
I love you, yes,
maybe with shyness, maybe without knowing it.
I love you, and I am jealous
and the little I am worth I deny it, if you deny me tenderness;
I love you, and I am happy
when I see your strength, pushing and rebelling, that I...
soooouuuuund!