Paroles et traduction Joan Manuel Serrat - Canco Per a la Meva Mestra

Canco Per a la Meva Mestra

Temps, fa temps hi havia, vostè, mestra
I el seu món de tinter i banc
Pissarra i davantal blanc
Bon dia, de matí, ens deia dempeus
Entre dues "fotos" i una creu
Una oració i una cançó
I a la galta un petó
Bon dia mestra, mestra
Però vostè no ha sabut mai, mestra
Que quan volíeu que cantés
Que tres per una feien tres
Els meus ullets grataven francament
Els genolls que púdicament
Vostè apretava i apretava
Però un número no val
El que una pell rosada
Malgrat ens feia anar a església
I em prenia la regalèssia
Aquell
Era un món petit i meravellós
Un món de guixos de colors
Que pintàveu vós
I esborràveu vós
Sols vostè voltada de capellans
Donàveu raó per a dir-se "infants"
A un món de quatre pams
I si mai penseu en mi, mestra
Que dels vostres ullets blaus
Hi neixi sempre aquella pau
Que feia un xic més dolça l'escola
I no se us faci un nus la gola
Dient: "què han fet... on han dut
El meu grapat de menuts..."
Perquè vós no sabíeu, mestra
Que el món és el mateix
Que l'home és el mateix
I no és el mateix
L'olor de vostè
Ai! mestra
Que l'aire del carrer

A Song for My Teacher

Once, a long time ago, there was you, teacher
And your world of inkwell and bench
Blackboard and white apron
Good morning, in the morning, we would say standing up
Between two "photos" and a cross
A prayer and a song
And a kiss on the cheek
Good morning teacher, teacher
But you never knew, teacher
That when you wanted me to sing
That three times one made three
My little eyes were itching frankly
The knees that modestly
You squeezed and squeezed
But a number is not worth
What a rosy skin
Despite this, you made us go to church
And you took my licorice
That
Was a small and wonderful world
A world of colored chalks
That you painted
And that you erased
Only you, surrounded by priests
Gave reason to call ourselves "children"
In a world of four spans
And if you ever think of me, teacher
May your blue eyes always shine with
That peace
That made school a little sweeter
And may your throat not tighten
Saying: "what have they done... where have they led
My handful of little ones..."
Because you didn't know, teacher
That the world is the same
That man is still the same
And yet it's not the same
Your scent
Oh, teacher
That the air in the street