Romanço - Els Pets

D’amagat de mestresses que espien de nit

Clara surt de la casa amb el c or encongit

Du a la mà una panera amb crostons i sorgits

Mentre el seu home dorm travesser dins el llit

Just passat Riudarenes agafa un trencant

Esquivant les petjades i els gossos bordant

I amb el c or a la boca arriba a aquell mas

On l’espera el que més s 'ha estimat

A vegades, quan tot sembla fosc

Hi ha un desig que arracona la por

Amagat de l’enveja que el vol delatar

Jaume espera darrere d’un fals estucat

I pentina les hores amb un tronc cremat

Dibuixant lentament un ulls verds com de mar

Quan, per fi, cap al vespre surt de la foscor

Mastegant fruits i herbes empaita els moixons

S’embolica un cigarro i f a fum poc a poc

A l’aguait de la cendra i el foc

A vegades, quan tot sembla fosc

Hi ha un desig que arracona la por

I el vent

Que els espia fa temps

Fa converses amb ells

Mentre es llepen absents

Del soroll de la guerra

Absurda

Sabent que tenen poc temps

A vegades, quan tot sembla fosc

Hi ha un desig que arracona la por

Hidden from mistresses who spy at night

Clara leaves the house with a shrinking heart

He is holding a basket with croutons and sprouts

While her husband sleeps across the bed

Just past Riudarenes take a breakwater

Dodging footprints and barking dogs

And with his heart in his mouth he arrives at that house

Where the one he loved the most is waiting for him

Sometimes when everything seems dark

There is a desire that corners the fear

Hiding from the envy that wants to betray him

Jaume waits behind a fake stucco

And comb the hours with a burnt log

Slowly drawing sea green eyes

When, at last, towards the evening it emerges from the darkness

Chewing fruits and herbs softens the gums

A cigarette is rolled up and smoked little by little

On the lookout for ash and fire

Sometimes when everything seems dark

There is a desire that corners the fear

And the wind

That he has been spying on them for some time

Have conversations with them

While they lick absently

Of the noise of war

absurd

Knowing that they have little time

Sometimes when everything seems dark

There is a desire that corners the fear