Paroles et traduction Marc Parrot - De Mica en Mica

De Mica en Mica

En aquell petit cafè on no volen entrar
Ni la llum del carrer, ni la gent assenyada
Vaig trobar el teu mirar, melangiós i llunyà
Com la boira que neix al port, de matinada

Et vaig donar una mà i em vas seguit en la nit
Com un gosset perdut que prega una carícia
Vas omplir de colors la tristor del meu llit
De vermells de capvespre i de verds de Galícia

I el meu racó va a ser
El teu racó també
Eres jove i bonica
Vaig començar jugant
I et vaig anar estimant
De mica en mica

Em vaig acostumar poc a poc al teu nom
A la teva escalfor i a las teves paraules
Al soroll del teu pas pujant els esglaons
I a la teva manera de parar la taula

A l'olor de les teves mans que cada nit
Voltàvem el meu cos com una fina gasa
Però tot es va ensorrar quan et vaig sentir dir
"Me'n vaig a buscar el sol. És molt fosca la casa"

"Ningú no m'està esperant
Gràcies per tot, Joan..."
Eres jove i bonica
Se'n va anar de repent
El que vaig anar perdent
De mica en mica

Vaig sentir tant de fred aquelles nits d'estiu
Vaig maleir mil cops la petita taverna
Quantes tardes he anat a dur el meu plor al riu
Quantes nits he passat en blanc, com la lluerna

Però em vaig acostumar també a viure tot sol
Sense estripar els papers, ni les fotografies
Si tinc fam menjo pa. Si tinc fred encenc foc
I penso: "Si avui plou, demà farà bon dia"

I torno a anar al cafè
I penso que potser
Tu eres jove i bonica
Però, el temps ha anat passant
I jo t'he anat oblidant
De mica en mica

Bit by Bit

In that little café where they don't want to enter
Neither the street light, nor the reasonable people
I found your gaze, melancholy and distant
Like the mist that rises at the port, in the morning

I gave you a hand and you followed me into the night
Like a lost puppy that begs for a caress
You filled the sadness of my bed with colors
Of twilight reds and Galician greens

And my little corner will be
Your little corner too
You are young and beautiful
I started playing
And I fell in love with you
Bit by bit

I gradually got used to your name
To your warmth and your words
To the sound of your footsteps climbing the stairs
And to your way of setting the table

To the smell of your hands that each night
Wrapped around my body like a fine gauze
But everything fell apart when I heard you say
"I'm going to look for the sun. The house is too dark"

"Nobody's waiting for me
Thank you for everything, John..."
You are young and beautiful
She left suddenly
What I was losing
Bit by bit

I felt so cold those summer nights
I cursed the little tavern a thousand times
How many afternoons have I gone to take my tears to the river
How many nights have I spent awake, like the glow-worm

But I also got used to living alone
Without ripping up the papers or the photographs
If I'm hungry, I eat bread. If I'm cold, I light a fire
And I think: "If it rains today, tomorrow will be a good day"

And I go back to the café
And I think that maybe
You are young and beautiful
But, time has been passing
And I have been forgetting you
Bit by bit