Al Matí - L'Ham de Foc

Al matí esclate en rialles perquè passes tu volant

Com ocell però sense ales

I quan de l’horitzó em portes planejant els gira-sols:

Groc, blanc, pètals, pipes, fulles…

Besaria jo els teus llavis

Però no puc, ets vent del món

A la nit, on alts els astres són al negre mil punts blancs

Titilles bolcat en flames

I si passes i jo et mire, i tu em mires brilles fort

Jo sé ben cert que t’estime

I besaria jo els teus llavis

Però no puc, ets estel, jo no

In the morning, burst out laughing so you can fly

Like a bird but without wings

And when you're on the horizon, you're planning your sunflowers for me:

Yellow, white, petals, pipes, leaves…

I would kiss your lips

But I can't, you're the wind of the world

At night, where the stars are high, a thousand white dots are black

Flaming puppets

And if you pass and I look at you, and you look at me you shine bright

I'm sure he loves you

And I would kiss your lips

But I can't, you're a star, I'm not