Amagada Primavera - Txarango

Havíem quedat a quarts de quatre a la plaça Felip Neri

on els carrers hi aboquen l’encanteri

asseguda a la font sota l’ombra dels arbres

ja m’esperaves amb un vestit de flors

que avui pels carrers de Barcelona

he vist maldestres traficants canviar llibres per roses de tant en tant

Era Barcelona com com com

mig primavera no floreix per tothom com com s’espera

Era Barcelona com com com

mig primavera no floreix per tothom com com

Te’n vas de la ciutat m’ho han dit ja ho se

però abaixant el cap em dius avui fem com si res

i en un segon i dos i tres tot va parar tot va desfer-se

quan un petó sense permís va tallar la conversa

que avui pels carrers de Barcelona

he vist maldestres traficants canviar llibres per roses de tant en tant

Era Barcelona com com com

mig primavera no floreix per tothom com com s’espera

Era Barcelona com com com

mig primavera no floreix per tothom com com

Amagada primavera que t’ha portat gitana cada dona una flor

La ciutat que no t’espera dia a dia s’apaga, rosa a rosa mor

Benvinguda i passatgera que t’ha portat gitana una dona una flor

Benvolguda viatgera que dus a la sang guerra que dus la llança al cor

We were at a quarter past four in Felip Neri Square

where the streets spell the spell

sitting in the fountain under the shade of the trees

You were already waiting for me in a flower dress

than today on the streets of Barcelona

I’ve seen clumsy traffickers swap books for roses from time to time

It was Barcelona like com

mid-spring does not bloom for everyone as expected

It was Barcelona like com

mid spring does not bloom for everyone like how

I'm leaving town, I've been told

but lowering my head you tell me today we do as if nothing

and in a second and two and three everything stopped everything fell apart

when a kiss without permission cut off the conversation

than today on the streets of Barcelona

I’ve seen clumsy traffickers swap books for roses from time to time

It was Barcelona like com

mid-spring does not bloom for everyone as expected

It was Barcelona like com

mid spring does not bloom for everyone like how

Hidden spring that gypsy has brought you every woman a flower

The city that is not waiting for you is dying out every day, pink to pink dies

Welcome and passenger who brought you a gypsy woman a flower

Dear traveler, you carry the blood of war, you carry the spear in your heart