Paroles et traduction Joan Dausà - Martina

Martina

De petita, quan tancava els ulls per pensar
Quin desig demanaria al veure volar
La llavor de color blanc que agafava entre les mans
I bufant deixava anar

Sempre es veia en una casa amb grans finestrals
Esmorzant a la porxada amb un home elegant
Ara viu sola en un pis amb un gat que sembla trist
I una taula massa gran

Però al creuar la porta avui se sent més forta
Passeja per les Rambles un vestit vermell
Comprarà algun llibre i li escriurà una nota
I sense embolicar el guardarà per ell

La seva germana treu el cava enmig del sopar
Per sorpresa li proposa abans de brindar
Si voldrà ser la padrina del petit o la petita
Que vindrà abans de Nadal
Mentre plora d'alegria
No pot evitar
Imaginar que potser un dia
En algun sopar
Ella pugui treure el cava i els expliqui emocionada
Que per fi ja l'ha trobat

Però ella encara no sap
Que els anys passen volant
I un dia
Un mirall esquerdat li dirà "ja et fas gran"
I la seva soledat serà el fidel amant

I al creuar la porta avui se sent més forta
Passeja per les Rambles un vestit vermell
Comprarà algun llibre i li escriurà una nota
I sense embolicar el guardarà per ell

Martina

As a child, when I closed my eyes to think
What wish I would make when I saw it fly
The white seed that I held in my hands
And blew away

I always saw myself in a house with large windows
Having breakfast on the porch with an elegant man
Now she lives alone in an apartment with a cat that seems sad
And a table that's too big

But today, as she walks through the door, she feels stronger
Walking down the Ramblas in a red dress
She'll buy a book and write a note for him
And without wrapping it, she'll keep it for him

Her sister brings out the champagne in the middle of dinner
To her surprise, she proposes before toasting
If she wants to be the godmother of her little boy or girl
Who will come before Christmas
As she cries with joy
She can't help
Imagining that maybe someday
At some dinner
She can take out the champagne and tell them excitedly
That she has finally found him

But she doesn't know yet
That the years fly by
And one day
A cracked mirror will tell her "you're getting old"
And her loneliness will be her faithful lover

But today, as she walks through the door, she feels stronger
Walking down the Ramblas in a red dress
She'll buy a book and write a note for him
And without wrapping it, she'll keep it for him