Flor Groga
Ja sabem com t'agrada aixecar el braç i calcular el pol d'on ve el vent,
Ja hem gaudit de l'estil que exhibeixes quan marxes corrents.
Ja hem entès que ets una ànima errant que abandona les cases quan tothom dorm,
Que t'agrada menjar quan hi ha gana i dormir si ve son.
Però pensa't-ho bé que després, tard o d'hora, sempre arriba el moment
Quan s'obre com una flor rara el penediment
I entens, com si totes les bruixes del món coincidissin llegint-te el futur,
Que és cosa de temps que et sorprenguis pensant que ho tenies,
Que jo creia en tu.
Ja sabem que tres mil aventures bateguen rabioses lluny d'aquest racó,
Que els guerrers s'avorreixen si no hi ha una mica d'acció.
Ja hem previst que només moriràs si algú et clava una daga daurada en el cor
I que on t'enterri una bona gent hi creixerà un roure fort.
I és quasi entranyable que oblidis tan ràpid que sempre arriba el moment
Quan s'obre com una flor groga el penediment.
Si ho saps com si totes les bruixes del món t'estiguessin llençant un conjur,
Una rima ancestral que et farà recordar que ho tenies,
Que jo creia en tu.
Si em llevés i fos rei, reuniria les Corts per incloure en el codi penal
Que es prohibeixi a la gent 'nar pel món buscant res que no pugui anomenar.
Que la por estaria allà però, potser, per variar, aprendríem a passar-la junts
I no et veuria mai més explicant-me que bé estaves quan ho tenies,
Quan jo creia en tu.
Yellow Flower
We know how you like to raise your arm and calculate where the wind comes from,
We have enjoyed the style you show when you run away.
We have understood that you are a wandering soul that leaves the houses when everyone is asleep,
That you like to eat when hungry and sleep when tired.
But think it over well because sooner or later, the moment always comes
When regret opens up like a rare flower
And you realize, as if all the witches in the world were coincidentally reading your future,
That it's just a matter of time before you are surprised thinking you had it all,
That I believed in you.
We know that three thousand adventures beat fiercely far from this corner,
That warriors get bored if there's no action.
We have foreseen that you will only die if someone stabs a golden dagger in your heart
And that where good people bury you, a strong oak will grow.
And it's almost endearing how quickly you forget that the moment always comes
When regret opens up like a yellow flower.
If you know it as if all the witches in the world were casting a spell on you,
An ancestral rhyme that will make you remember you had it all,
That I believed in you.
If I woke up and was king, I would gather the Courts to include in the penal code
That people are forbidden to wander the world looking for something they can't name.
That fear would be there but, perhaps, for a change, we would learn to face it together
And I would never see you again telling me how well you were doing when you had it all,
When I believed in you.