Joan Manuel Serrat - Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort
Tan lluny i tan a prop
com el riu i el xop.
L'un caminant
i l'altre quiet.
Plegats però indiferents
com l'arbre i el vent.
L'un dalt del puig
i l'altre fuig... Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort.
Quan un no vol
no es pot fer un hort on hi ha un erol,
ni quan és fosc fer néixer el sol
ni seda del setí,
ni d'una drecera és pot fer un camí. El blat no neix sense llavor
i està buit el graner. Per això
abans que arribi el nou dia
me n'aniré cap on sia.
Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort. I no pateixis gensJoan Manuel Serrat - Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort - http://motolyrics.com/joan-manuel-serrat/adeu-adeu-amor-meu-i-sort-lyrics-english-translation.html
si demà passat
has de rentar
un llençol meu.
No se n'adornarà
aquell que vindrà
a escalfar el llit
que deixo buit. Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort.
Quan un no vol
no es pot fer un hort on hi ha un erol,
ni quan és fosc fer néixer el sol
ni seda del setí,
ni d'una drecera és pot fer un camí. El blat no neix sense llavor
i està buit el graner. Per això
abans que arribi el nou dia
me n'aniré cap on sia.
Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort. Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort.
Joan Manuel Serrat - Goodbye, goodbye my love and good luck (English translation)
So far and so close
like the river and the black poplar.
The one walking
and the other motionless.
Together but indifferent
like the tree and the wind.
The one at the top of the mountain
and the other flees.
Goodbye, goodbye my love and good luck.
When one doesn't want
one cannot make a garden where there's a threshing floor,
nor when it is dark make the Sun be born
nor silk from satin,
nor from a roof can one make a road.
Wheat isn't born without seed
and empty is the granary. For this
before the new day arrives
I will go where I must.
Goodbye, goodbye my love and good luck.
And don't suffer at allJoan Manuel Serrat - Adéu, adéu amor meu i sort - http://motolyrics.com/joan-manuel-serrat/adeu-adeu-amor-meu-i-sort-lyrics-english-translation.html
if the day after tomorrow
you must wash
a sheet of mine.
He won't realise
the one who comes
to warm the bed
that I leave empty.
Goodbye, goodbye my love and good luck.
When one doesn't want
one cannot make a garden where there's a threshing floor,
nor when it is dark make the Sun be born
nor silk from satin,
nor from a roof can one make a road.
Wheat isn't born without seed
and empty is the granary. For this
before the new day arrives
I will go where I must.
Goodbye, goodbye my love and good luck.
Goodbye, goodbye my love and good luck.