Joan Manuel Serrat - Pare
Pare, digueu-me què
li han fet al riu que ja no canta.
Rellisca com un barb
mort sota un pam d'escuma blanca. Pare, que el riu ja no és el riu.
Pare, que abans que torni l'estiu,
amagui tot el que és viu. Pare, digueu-me què
li han fet al bosc que no hi ha arbres.
A l'hivern no tindrem foc,
ni a l'estiu lloc per aturar-nos. Pare, que el bosc ja no és el bosc.
Pare, abans que es faci fosc,
ompliu de vida el rebost. Sense llenya i sense peixos, pare,
ens caldrà cremar la barca,
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per les engrunes, pare,
i tancar amb tres panys la casa. ...i dèieu vostè... Pare, si no hi ha pins,
no es fan pinyons, ni cucs ni ocells.
Pare, on no hi ha flors,
no es fan abelles, cera ni mel. Pare, que el camp ja no és el camp.
Pare, demà del cel plourà sang,
el vent ho canta plorant. Pare, ja són aquí,
monstres de carn amb cucs de ferro.
Pare, no tingueu por,
digueu que no, que jo us espero. Pare, que estan matant la terra.
Pare, deixeu de plorar,
que ens han declarat la guerra. Sense llenya i sense peixos...
Joan Manuel Serrat - Father (English translation)
Father, Tell Me,
what have they done to the river, that it no longer sings?
It slips like a dead barbel
under a handspan of white foam.
Father; That the river is no longer the river.
Father, Before the summer comes,
hide everything that is alive.
Father, Tell me,
what have they done to the forest, that now there are no trees?,
In the winter we won't have fire,
nor in summer a place for shelter.
Father; that the forest is no longer the forest.
Father; before it darkens,
fill with life the pantry.
Without limber and without fish, father,
we will have to burn the small boat,
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between the ruins, father,
and close with three bolts the house,
...and you said, father...
if there are no pine trees
there will be no pine nuts, nor worms, nor birds.
Father, where there are no flowers,
the bees will not give, nor the wax, nor the honey.
Father, that the country is no longer the country.
Father, tomorrow from the sky will rain blood.
The wind sings it crying.
Father, they are here already,
monsters of meat with worms of iron.
Father, no. Do not have fear,
and say that no, that I will wait for you.
Father, That they are killing the earth,
Father. Stop crying,
That they have declared us the war.
Without limber and without fish...