Paroles et traduction Maria del Mar Bonet - Es Fa Llarg Esperar

Es Fa Llarg Esperar

Oh que llarga es fa sempre l′espera
Quan s'espera que vindrà el pitjor
I que trista i que llarga és l′espera
Quan s'espera la mort de l'amor.
Quan s′espera que tot ja s′acabi
Per tot d'una tornar a començar
Quan s′espera que el món tot s'enfonsi
Per tornar-lo a edificar,
Es fa llarg, es fa llarg esperar.

I es fa trist esperar cada dia
El cel roig i el sol que ja se′n va,
I es fa fosc esperar cada dia
Perquè el sol no se'n vol anar mai
Perquè els dies se′n van sense pressa
I les hores no volen fugir
Perquè esperes, i esperes, i esperes
I vols demà, però encara és ahir,
Es fa trist, es fa trist esperar!

I es fan lents els matins i les tardes
Quan l'espera et desvetlla el neguit.
I es fan grises les llargues lentes tardes
Perquè et sens amb el cor ensopit,
Perquè sents que tens l'ànima morta
I ho veus tot, tot el món molt confós
Perquè et trobes amb les portes closes
I tancat com un gos rabiós,
Es fa fosc, es fa fosc esperar!

I es fan grises les hores d′espera
Quan no plou però veus el cel plujós.
I es fan llargues les grises esperes
Quan la fi sents a prop per tots dos
Quan fa dies que ni xiules ni cantes
I fa temps que vas fer l′últim somrís
Quan al cor sents la mort i t'espantes
Al pensar potser és l′últim avís,
Es fa gris, es fa gris esperar!

Waiting is Hard

Oh how long the waiting always is
When waiting for the worst to come
And how sad and long the waiting is
When waiting for the death of love.
When waiting for everything to end
To suddenly start over
When waiting for the whole world to sink
To build it up again,
Waiting is hard, waiting is hard.

And it is sad to wait each day
For the red sky and the sun that is already gone,
And it gets dark waiting every day
Because the sun never wants to leave
Because the days go by without haste
And the hours do not want to flee
Because you wait, and wait, and wait
And you want tomorrow, but it is still yesterday,
It is sad, it is sad to wait!

And the mornings and the afternoons are slow
When the waiting wakes you up with anxiety.
And the long, slow afternoons turn gray
Because you feel with a sleepy heart,
Because you feel that your soul is dead
And you see everything, everything in the world very confused
Because you find yourself with closed doors
And locked up like a mad dog,
It gets dark, it gets dark waiting!

And the hours of waiting turn gray
When it does not rain but you see the rainy sky.
And the gray waits become long
When you feel the end is near for both of us
When it has been days since you have whistled or sung
And it has been a long time since you last smiled
When you feel death in your heart and you get scared
Thinking maybe it is the last warning,
It is gray, it is gray waiting!