Llop De Mar
Era un avi que estimava el mar,
no prenia quasi mai el sol,
s'el mirava sempre dins del bar
darrera el vidre.
Sempre deia que ell havia estat
mariner d'un gran vaixell ple d'or
que de cuba es varen emportar
quan tots fugien.
S'en fotien, a la barra,
del pobre avi quan parlava.
Pobre avi boig! ja fa temps que no ho sent.
Dins el seu món mariner
va sempre sol amb el vent al clatell
buscant el nord del repòs.
Al capvespre, quan el sol s'en va,
caminava ben a prop del mar.
Era l'hora en que el veien plorar
darrera el vidre.
S'en fotien ... etc...
Un bon dia l'avi va marxar
amb les ones mentre tots dormien.
Pas a pas s'anava enfonsant
buscant la vida.
S'en fotien... etc...
Sea Wolf
There was a grandpa who loved the sea,
Almost never took the sun,
He always looked inside the bar
Behind the glass.
He always said he had been
A sailor on a great ship full of gold
That they took from Cuba
When everyone was fleeing.
They didn't give a damn at the bar,
About the poor grandpa when he talked.
Poor crazy grandpa! It's been a while since I heard it.
In his sailor world
He always goes alone with the wind at his back
Looking for the north of rest.
At dusk, when the sun goes down,
He walked close to the sea.
It was the time when they saw him cry
Behind the glass.
They didn't give a damn... etc...
One day the grandpa left
With the waves while everyone was sleeping.
Step by step he was sinking
Looking for life.
They didn't give a damn... etc...