Voldrien - L'Ham de Foc, L`Ham De Foc

Tanca la porta amb set claus

Ferma el ferro dels set panys

El que ha de ser, serà

I li tallaran les mans

Voldrien que baixara

La mirada cap al pit

Que diguera, sense espera

Als que manen, «sí»

Voldrien una reina

I la reina vol parracs

Falda vella i meravella

Al capaltard

Tanca la porta, fica pastell

Reixes que dormen rere paret

No el deixaran anar

Li tallaran les mans

Voldrien que lluitara

I que el cap de l’enemic

Se’l penjara de la sella

I la pell d’abric

Voldrien un bell príncep

Tan ferotge com lleó

I el príncep, innocència

Se li trenca el cor

Lock the door with seven keys

Close the iron of the seven locks

What must be, will be

And they will cut off his hands

They want him down

The look to the chest

Let him say, without waiting

To those in charge, "yes"

They would like a queen

And the queen wants rags

Old skirt and wonder

At the head

Close the door, put cake

Grilles that sleep behind the wall

They will not let him go

They will cut off his hands

They want him to fight

And the head of the enemy

It will be hung from the saddle

And warm skin

They would like a handsome prince

As fierce as a lion

And the prince, innocence

Her heart breaks