Cançó Del Remordiment
Quan la nit és un vell armari
tot ple de records,
quan la nit és un vell armari
i ens porta la cançó.
Quan es beu i es viu amargament
aquesta nostra soledat,
quan la nit és un vell armari
i ens porta la cançó.
La cançó que torna sempre,
la cançó que sempre torna
quan la nit és un vell armari
i ens porta la cançó:
Si saps d'on véns
i on no vols anar,
per què la lluita et cansa
i encara et fa por?
Si saps què vols,
per què i per qui no ho fas?
Per què, per qui?
Ben endins viuen les paraules,
les paraules que no ens deixen morir
quan la nit és un vell armari
i ens porta la cançó.
La cançó que torna sempre,
la cançó que sempre torna
quan la nit és un vell armari
i ens porta la cançó:
Si saps d'on véns
i on no vols anar,
per què la lluita et cansa
i encara et fa por?
Si saps què vols,
per què i per qui no ho fas?
Per què, per qui?
Song of Regret
When the night is an old closet
full of memories,
when the night is an old closet
and brings us the song.
When you drink and live bitterly
in this solitude of ours,
when the night is an old closet
and brings us the song.
The song that always comes back,
the song that always returns
when the night is an old closet
and brings us the song:
If you know where you come from
and where you don’t want to go,
why does the fight wear you out
and still scare you?
If you know what you want,
why and for whom don’t you do it?
Why, for whom?
Deep inside live the words,
the words that won’t let us die
when the night is an old closet
and brings us the song.
The song that always comes back,
the song that always returns
when the night is an old closet
and brings us the song:
If you know where you come from
and where you don’t want to go,
why does the fight wear you out
and still scare you?
If you know what you want,
why and for whom don’t you do it?
Why, for whom?