Llop De Mar

Sea Wolf

Llop De Mar

There was a grandpa who loved the sea,Era un avi que estimava el mar,
Almost never took the sun,no prenia quasi mai el sol,
He always looked inside the bars'el mirava sempre dins del bar
Behind the glass.darrera el vidre.

He always said he had beenSempre deia que ell havia estat
A sailor on a great ship full of goldmariner d'un gran vaixell ple d'or
That they took from Cubaque de cuba es varen emportar
When everyone was fleeing.quan tots fugien.

They didn't give a damn at the bar,S'en fotien, a la barra,
About the poor grandpa when he talked.del pobre avi quan parlava.
Poor crazy grandpa! It's been a while since I heard it.Pobre avi boig! ja fa temps que no ho sent.
In his sailor worldDins el seu món mariner
He always goes alone with the wind at his backva sempre sol amb el vent al clatell
Looking for the north of rest.buscant el nord del repòs.

At dusk, when the sun goes down,Al capvespre, quan el sol s'en va,
He walked close to the sea.caminava ben a prop del mar.
It was the time when they saw him cryEra l'hora en que el veien plorar
Behind the glass.darrera el vidre.

They didn't give a damn... etc...S'en fotien ... etc...

One day the grandpa leftUn bon dia l'avi va marxar
With the waves while everyone was sleeping.amb les ones mentre tots dormien.
Step by step he was sinkingPas a pas s'anava enfonsant
Looking for life.buscant la vida.

They didn't give a damn... etc...S'en fotien... etc...