Paroles et traduction Maria del Mar Bonet - El comte i la pastora

El comte i la pastora

Hi havia un gran senyor
Qui habitava el seu castell
I a la vila no lluny d'ell
Hi havia un llaurador

Una fia que tenia
Era hermosa, gran i bella
I el Comte, perdut per ella
Sospirava nit i dia

Perquè en tots aquells entorns
No hi havia altra fadrina
Que tengués cara tan fina
Ni tantes gràcies ni dons

I cada pic que la veia
Son amor li declarava
I ella tot d'una tornava
Com la grana de vermeia

Ell li va dir robadora
Cap a ella s'acostà
No li rep altra resposta:
-Vostè és Comte i jo pastora!

-Jo per tu pastor em faré
De riquesa n'estic fart
Senyor Comte, ha vengut tard
Un altre el meu cor ja en té

I el Comte fora de si
Se'n va anar dins es torrent
I, quan no veu passar gent
Se planta enmig des camí

Molt promte veu comparèixer
Un jovenet qui venia
I era el jove que ell volia
Sa rancor li feu conèixer

Li diu: -Fiet, tu em fas nosa
O tu em mates o jo et mat
Un des dos, d'aquest combat
Quedarà davall sa llosa

S'espasa li ofereix
No la vol de cap manera
I el Comte no es desespera
I amb l'espasa l'envesteix

Tot va passar tant de promte
I aquell jove pega un crit
Quan se va sentir en es pit
Que ha ficat s'espasa es Comte

I el Comte la se fa neta
Amb ses aigos des torrent
I en es mort el du corrents
A enterrar dins una pleta

I a ses quatre nits després
Se'n va anar a ca sa pastora
I ella s'estimat enyora
No sap res d'aquell succés

L'agafa per sa mà blanca
Dins un quarto la se'n du
I el Comte per més segur
Sa porta des quarto tanca

Sa pobra pastora crida:
-Oh, estimat meu, ajuda'm!
I cau a terra esmortida
De tot quant passa no es tem

I per espai de set anys
Cada pic que se mirava
Es mirai li presentava
I aquella taca de sang
Es mirai li presentava
I aquella taca de sang

The Count and the Shepherdess

There was a great lord
Who lived in his castle
And in the town not far from him
There was a farmer

A daughter he had
She was beautiful, tall, and beautiful
And the Count, lost for her
He sighed night and day

Because in all those surroundings
There was no other young lady
Who had such a fine face
Or so many graces or gifts

And every time he saw her
He declared his love to her
And she suddenly returned
As red as a pomegranate

He called her a thief
He approached her
He received no other answer:
-You are a count and I am a shepherdess!

-For you I will become a shepherd
Of wealth I am tired
Count, you have come late
Another already has my heart

And the Count out of his mind
He went into the stream
And, when he doesn't see anyone pass
He plants himself in the middle of the road

Very soon he sees appear
A young man who was coming
And he was the young man he wanted
His rancor made him known to him

He says to him: -Fiet, you bother me
Either you kill me or I kill you
One of the two, of this fight
Will be under the slab

He offers him his sword
He doesn't want it at all
And the Count does not despair
And with the sword he attacks him

Everything happened so quickly
And that young man gives a cry
When he felt in his chest
That the Count has put the sword in

And the Count cleans it
With the waters of the stream
And in the dead he takes him running
To bury in a fold

And four nights later
He went to the shepherdess's house
And she misses her beloved
She knows nothing of that event

He takes her by her white hand
He takes her into a room
And the Count, to be safer
He closes the door to the room

The poor shepherdess cries:
-Oh, my beloved, help me!
And she falls to the ground fainting
She doesn't fear all that happens

And for a space of seven years
Every time she looked
The mirror showed her
And that bloodstain
The mirror showed her
And that bloodstain