La Fe - L'Ham de Foc

I sé que Ell t’esguardarà

A les nits cosides

Així m’he despullat

I m’ha caigut al pit

Unn cel constel.

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I sé que Ell t’esguardarà

A les nits de pèntols

I retalls obscurs

Aicí me n’he vestit

I de les robes ha eixit

La claror d’un cel de drap

And I know He will look at you

On sewn nights

That's how I undressed

And it fell on my chest

In the constellation.

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And I know He will look at you

In the evenings of the pans

And obscure clippings

Here I am dressed

And the clothes have come out

The light of a cloth sky