Senyor botiguer - Sisa

Oh, senyor botiguer!

Sempre us he vist ficat

Dins d’un sac de confits i amb una peixera al cap

Entre cebes i alls i pernils

Oh, senyor botiguer!

Sou vós i els vostres fills

Que perfumen els carrers amb floretes d’anís

Que mai no heu olorat ni heu sentit quan la flor ha de florir

Oh, senyor botiguer!

Sempre heu fet un bon pas

Vos sou home de seny, senyor botiguer

Vos sou l’home amagat del meu somni ancestral

Personatge important del meu somni perdut

On aquest barri humit, aquest barri envellit

Pels efluvis del mar i del vent

Vos sou l’home malalt que fuig corrent del meu llit

Quan arribo a dormir sense somnis estranys

Oh, senyor botiguer!

Morireu de bon temps

Amb el cel tan serè com el món curt i estret

De bon jan català, honorable i cristià

Que heu creat

Oh, Mr. Shopkeeper!

I've always seen you stuck

Inside a sack of confits and with a fishbowl on his head

Between onions and garlic and hams

Oh, Mr. Shopkeeper!

It is you and your children

That perfume the streets with anise flowers

That you have never smelled or heard when the flower should bloom

Oh, Mr. Shopkeeper!

You have always taken a good step

You are a man of sense, Mr. Shopkeeper

You are the hidden man of my ancestral dream

Major character in my lost dream

Where this wet neighborhood, this aging neighborhood

By the effluvia of the sea and the wind

You are the sick man running away from my bed

When I get to sleep without strange dreams

Oh, Mr. Shopkeeper!

You will die of good weather

With the sky as serene as the short and narrow world

Good Catalan, honorable and Christian

that you have created