Pare - Joan Manuel Serrat

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,

el riu ja no és el riu.

Pare,

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

on aturar-nos.

Pare,

el bosc ja no és el bosc.

Pare,

abans de que no es faci fosc

ompliu de vida el rebost.

Sense llenya i sense peixos, pare,

ens caldrà cremar la barca,

llaurar el blat per les enrunes, pare

i tancar amb tres panys la casa

i deia 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, no tingeu por,

digueu que no,

que jo us espero.

Pare,

que estan matant la terra.

Pare,

deixeu de plorar

que ens han declarat la guerra.

PADRE

Padre,

decidme qué

le han hecho al río

que ya no canta.

Resbala como un barbo

muerto bajo un palmo

de espuma blanca.

Padre,

que el río ya no es el río.

Padre,

antes de que vuelva el verano

esconda todo lo que tiene vida.

Padre,

decidme qué

le han hecho al bosque

que no hay árboles.

En invierno

no tendremos fuego

ni en verano sitio

donde resguardarnos.

Padre,

que el bosque ya no es el bosque.

Padre,

antes de que oscurezca

llenad de vida la despensa.

Sin leña y sin peces, padre

tendremos que quemar la barca,

labrar el trigo entre las ruinas, padre,

y cerrar con tres cerraduras la casa

y decía usted,

padre,

si no hay pinos

no se hacen piñones,

ni gusanos, ni pájaros.

Padre,

donde no hay flores

no hay abejas,

ni cera, ni miel.

Padre,

que el campo ya no es el campo.

Padre,

mañana del cielo lloverá sangre.

El viento lo canta llorando.

Padre,

ya están aquí…

Monstruos de carne

con gusanos de hierro.

Padre,

no tengáis miedo,

decid que no,

que yo os espero.

Padre,

que están matando la tierra.

Padre,

dejad de llorar

que nos han declarado la guerra.

It seems,

tell me what

they made him into the river

who no longer sings.

He slips like a beard

died under a palm tree

of white foam.

It seems,

the river is no longer the river.

It seems,

before summer returns

hide all that is alive.

It seems,

tell me what

they have made him in the woods

that there are no trees.

In the winter

we will not have fire

not even in the summer

where to stop.

It seems,

the forest is no longer the forest.

It seems,

before it gets dark

fill the pantry with life.

No firewood and no fish, father,

we will have to burn the boat,

plow the wheat for the ruins, father

and lock the house with three locks

and you said

pare,

if there are no pines

no pine nuts are made

no worms, no birds.

It seems,

where there are no flowers

don't make bees,

wax, or honey.

It seems,

that the field is no longer the field.

It seems,

tomorrow the sky will rain blood.

The wind sings it crying.

It seems,

they are already here

Meat monsters

with iron worms.

It seems,

no don't be afraid

say no

that I wait for you.

It seems,

that they are killing the earth.

It seems,

stop crying

who have declared war on us.

FATHER

Father,

tell me what

they have done to the river

who no longer sings.

He slips like a beard

dead under a span

of white foam.

Father,

that the river is no longer the river.

Father,

before summer returns

hide everything that has life.

Father,

tell me what

they have done to the forest

that there are no trees.

In winter

we will have no fire

not in summer site

where to shelter.

Father,

that the forest is no longer the forest.

Father,

before it gets dark

fill the pantry with life.

No firewood and no fish, father

we will have to burn the boat,

plow the wheat among the ruins, father,

and lock the house with three locks

and you said,

father,

if there are no pines

they don't make pine nuts,

no worms, no birds.

Father,

where there are no flowers

no bees,

neither wax nor honey.

Father,

that the field is no longer the field.

Father,

tomorrow the sky will rain blood.

The wind sings it crying.

Father,

they are already here…

Meat monsters

with iron worms.

Father,

don't be afraid

decide no

that I wait for you.

Father,

they are killing the earth.

Father,

stop crying

who have declared war on us.