Paroles et traduction Clara Peya feat. Ferran Savall - Mitjons desaparellats

Mitjons desaparellats

Avui m′he enrecordat
D'aquell dia que vas beure tant
D′aquell vi negre francès
Caminaves perdent el compàs
I et vaig cuidar tota la nit
Com al meu tresor preferit
Et vaig cuidar tota la nit
Avui m'he enrecordat
Del fred gèlid d'aquell final d′any
Et tremolaven les dents
Fent polirítmies de forma inconscient
I et va abrigar la meva pell
Protegint el tresor més bell
Et va abrigar la meva pell
I ara que acceptat
Que em robis la manta a la nit
Que ocupis tot el llit
Tan sols em queda assumir de veritat
Que portis els mitjons desaparellats
Avui m′han vingyr al cap
Aquelles converses amb gust a fracàs
Intentaves frenar els meus atacs
Protegint-me la llengua de verbs mal pensats
Però el teu somriure em va aturar
Suavitzant cada mot malgastat
El teu somriure em va aturar
Avui m'has fet pensar
En aquells núvols del cel de Berlín
Exprimint-se enfadats amb el món
Ens vam mullar com si fóssim dofins
I et vaig cobrir amb braços i mans
Com si els cossos fossins germans
Et vaig cobrir amb braços i mans
I ara que acceptat
Que perdis les claus els dilluns
Que mai tanquis els llums
Cantar-li al vent
Però el problema de veritat
És que portis els mitjons desaparellats
I el dia que entengui que portar els mitjons a joc
No vol dir res
Només serveix
Per mantenir l′ordre
I quan comprengui que portar els mitjons creuats
No és un pecat
Serà el moment
En que ja no ens entendrem
Que no ja entendrem
No no no no no no no...

Mismatched Socks

Today I remembered
That day when you drank so much
That black French wine
You were walking, losing your rhythm
And I took care of you all night
Like my favorite treasure
I took care of you all night
Today I remembered
The freezing cold of that New Year's Eve
Your teeth were chattering
Making polyrhythms unconsciously
And my skin warmed you up
Protecting the most beautiful treasure
My skin warmed you up
And now that I accept
That you steal the blanket at night
That you take up the whole bed
I just have to truly accept
That you wear mismatched socks
Today it came to mind
Those conversations that tasted like failure
You tried to stop my attacks
Protecting my tongue from badly thought-out verbs
But your smile stopped me
Softening every wasted word
Your smile stopped me
Today you made me think
Of those clouds in the Berlin sky
Squeezing out their anger at the world
We got soaked as if we were dolphins
And I covered you with my arms and hands
As if our bodies were siblings
I covered you with my arms and hands
And now that I accept
That you lose your keys on Mondays
That you never turn off the lights
Singing to the wind
But the real problem
Is that you wear mismatched socks
And the day I understand that wearing matching socks
Means nothing
It only serves
To maintain order
And when I understand that wearing mismatched socks
Is not a sin
That will be the moment
When we will no longer understand each other
That we will no longer understand
No no no no no no no...