Paroles et traduction Cesk Freixas - Vinc D'un Lloc

Vinc D'un Lloc

Vinc d′un lloc d'aquest país
Mig del camp, mig de la mar,
De grans planes i algun cim
Entre el Foix i el Llobregat.

D′on es creuen els camins
Que unien tots els mercats,
I alcen un lleuger polsim
Seguint el curs de les valls.

Com la verema al raïm,
Som una terra esperant,
Bufi xaloc o garbí,
Que cuidarem amb les mans.

Com la verema al raïm,
Som una terra esperant,
Bufi xaloc o garbí,
Que cuidarem amb les mans.

D'allà on ve el cava i el vi,
D'enxanetes i cent dracs,
Brota la vinya a l′abril,
D′un llenç ocre per cap d'any.

Pèlags en boscos de pins,
Amors entre canyissars
De torrents i poquets rius,
Vinc d′un lloc que és immortal.

Com la verema al raïm,
Som una terra esperant,
Bufi xaloc o garbí,
Que cuidarem amb les mans.

Com la verema al raïm,
Som una terra esperant,
Bufi xaloc o garbí,
Que cuidarem amb les mans.

Com la verema al raïm,
Som una terra esperant,
Bufi xaloc o garbí,
Que cuidarem amb les mans.

Com la verema al raïm,
Som una terra esperant,
Bufi xaloc o garbí,
Que cuidarem amb les mans.

D'on es creuen els camins
D′enxanetes i cent dracs,
Vinc d'un lloc d′aquest país
Mig del camp, mig de la mar,
De torrents i poquets rius,
Vinc d'un lloc que és immortal.

I Come From a Place

I come from a place in this country
Halfway between the countryside and the sea,
Of great plains and a few peaks
Between the Foix and the Llobregat rivers.

Where the paths that once connected
All the markets lie in wait,
And a light dust rises
Following the course of the valleys.

Like the grape harvest to the grapevine,
We are a land of hope,
Whether the southeast or southwest wind blows,
We will tend to it with our own hands.

Like the grape harvest to the grapevine,
We are a land of hope,
Whether the southeast or southwest wind blows,
We will tend to it with our own hands.

From where the sparkling wine and the wine comes,
Of kites and a hundred dragons,
The vines sprout in April,
From an ocher canvas at the beginning of the year.

Sea bays in pine forests,
Love among the reeds
Of torrents and little rivers,
I come from a place that is eternal.

Like the grape harvest to the grapevine,
We are a land of hope,
Whether the southeast or southwest wind blows,
We will tend to it with our own hands.

Like the grape harvest to the grapevine,
We are a land of hope,
Whether the southeast or southwest wind blows,
We will tend to it with our own hands.

Like the grape harvest to the grapevine,
We are a land of hope,
Whether the southeast or southwest wind blows,
We will tend to it with our own hands.

Like the grape harvest to the grapevine,
We are a land of hope,
Whether the southeast or southwest wind blows,
We will tend to it with our own hands.

Where the paths meet
Of kites and a hundred dragons,
I come from a place in this country
Halfway between the countryside and the sea,
Of torrents and little rivers,
I come from a place that is eternal.