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No existeix l'amor feliç

Mai res pertany del tot
A l′home ni a la seva força,
Ni la seva feblesa ni el seu cor.
I quan creu que obra els braços
A l'ombra d′una creu,
Quan creu que ha atrapat la felicitat,
La fa mal be.
La vida es un estrany i dolorós divorci.
No existeix l'amor feliç

La seva vida sembla
Una d'aquells soldats sense armes
Que algú havia vestit per un altre destí.
De que els deu servir
Llevar-se cada mati?

Quan els trobem al vespre
Desarmats e insegurs,
Digues vida meva aquests mots
I aguanta el plor:
No existeix l′amor feliç

Vell amor meu, estimat amor,
Ferida meva,
Et porto ben endins com a un ocell ferit,
I aquest sense saber-ho
Ens miren en passat

Repetim després de mi
Aquestes paraules que us he dit,
I que en pels teus grans ulls tant aviat van morir:
No existeix l′amor feliç

El temps per aprendre a viure-hi
Ja s'ha fet massa tard,
Que plorin en la nit tots els nostres cors a l′hora,
Tots els laments que calen a canvi d'un calfred d′emoció.
Tota la tristes que fa falta
Per la mínima cançó,
Tots els sanglot per la trista guitarra
No existeix l'amor feliç

There is no such thing as happy love

Nothing belongs entirely
To man or his strength,
Neither his weakness nor his heart.
And when he believes he opens his arms
In the shadow of a cross,
When he believes he has captured happiness,
He hurts it badly.
Life is a strange and painful divorce.
There is no happy love

Your life seems
One of those unarmed soldiers
That someone had dressed for another destiny.
What good must it do them
To get up every morning?

When we find them in the evening
Disarmed and insecure,
Say these words, my life,
And hold back your tears:
There is no happy love

My old love, my dear love,
My wound,
I carry you deep inside me like a wounded bird,
And this without knowing it
They look at us in the past

Repeat after me
These words that I have said to you,
And that in your big eyes died so soon:
There is no happy love

The time to learn to live with it
Has already become too late,
Let all our hearts weep together in the night,
All the laments that are needed in exchange for a shiver of emotion.
All the sadness that is needed
For the smallest song,
All the sobbing for the sad guitar
There is no such thing as happy love