Lyrics and translation Adala - Quantes Pluges

Quantes Pluges

Quantes pluges han de caure
Per fer créixer un nou arbre
Que ens serveixi d'aixopluc
I que ens serveixi d'aixopluc

Quantes pluges han de caure
Per fer créixer un nou arbre
Que ens serveixi d'aixopluc
I que ens serveixi d'aixopluc

He volgut créixer tan amunt que vaig perdre la calma
He trigat massa en fer fruit i ara em moro de gana
He plorat totes les tardors del fred n'he fet un drama
La primavera m'ha confós i ara no sé que em passa

He volgut créixer tan amunt que vaig perdre la calma
He trigat massa en fer fruit i ara em moro de gana
He plorat totes les tardors del fred n'he fet un drama
La primavera m'ha confós i ara no sé que em passa

Quantes pluges han de caure
Per fer créixer un nou arbre
Que ens serveixi d'aixopluc
I que ens serveixi d'aixopluc

I ara que escric perquè estic dèbil, dèbil
La primavera m'ha fet fràgil, fràgil
Busco el poema entre els teus llavis, llavis
Les velles proses s'han fet llapis, llapis

I torno a caure i sóc mes dèbil, dèbil
Es fa tardor i segueixo fràgil, fràgil
Semblava lleu però no és tan fàcil, fàcil
Les velles proses s'han fet llapis

Quantes pluges han de caure
Per fer créixer un nou arbre
Que ens serveixi d'aixopluc
I que ens serveixi d'aixopluc

Quantes pluges han de caure
Per fer créixer un nou arbre
Que ens serveixi d'aixopluc
I que ens serveixi d'aixopluc

How Many Rains

How many rains must fall
To make a new tree grow
To serve as our shelter
And serve as our shelter

How many rains must fall
To make a new tree grow
To serve as our shelter
And serve as our shelter

I wanted to grow so high that I lost my calm
I took too long to bear fruit and now I'm starving
I've cried all the autumns, I've made a drama out of the cold
Spring has confused me and now I don't know what's happening to me

I wanted to grow so high that I lost my calm
I took too long to bear fruit and now I'm starving
I've cried all the autumns, I've made a drama out of the cold
Spring has confused me and now I don't know what's happening to me

How many rains must fall
To make a new tree grow
To serve as our shelter
And serve as our shelter

And now that I'm writing because I'm weak, weak
Spring has made me fragile, fragile
I search for the poem between your lips, lips
The old proses have become pencils, pencils

And I fall again and I'm more weak, weak
It's getting autumn and I'm still fragile, fragile
It seemed easy but it's not that easy, easy
The old proses have become pencils

How many rains must fall
To make a new tree grow
To serve as our shelter
And serve as our shelter

How many rains must fall
To make a new tree grow
To serve as our shelter
And serve as our shelter