Paroles et traduction Pau Riba - Cuatre Barres Blanc I Negre

Cuatre Barres Blanc I Negre

Com se't fan lentes les hores!
Com se't fan grisos els pensaments!
Se't va endolcint la memòria,
Se't va fent patent l'avorriment.
Tens en un racó de terra
La burilla humida encesa
D'una cigarreta eterna
Viscuda un instant
Pots seguir el fum com s'enlaira
Pots mirar-la, trepitjar-la
Escopir-la, esmicolar-la o
Pots deixar-la estar

Com d'aquelles parets altes
Se'n va fent la teva habitació!
Com d'aquelles quatre barres
Se'n fan els barrots del teu balcó!
Tens enfront homes que riuen
Que enraonen, que somnien
Criden, beuen, o caminen
Com óssos tancats
Pots mirar-los i admirar-te
Pots sentir-te com a casa
I oblidar que el temps no passa o
Bé pots girar el cap

Com, però, els somnis s'apaguen
I com els moments es fan moments!
Se't van entumint les natges,
Se't va omplint el cos d'ensopiment.
Tens un banc estret de pedra
On no hi cap ni cul ni esquena
On la tripa s'hi humiteja i
S'hi refreda el cap
Pots pensar coses boniques
Jeure, seure, no adormir-te
Estar dret i fer el sofista o
Anar amunt i avall

Com la ignorància se't menja!
Com la ment s'embruteix lentament!
Sols inconscientment esperes
El que desesperes conscientment!
Tens unes ratlles a terra
Rectes, llargues, travesseres
Tens les quatre barres fredes
I uns tubs rovellats
Pots comptar-los, pots tocar-les
Resseguir-les, netejar-les
Buscar merda per tapar-les
O intentar el descans.

Four White and Black Bars

How slow time becomes!
How gray my thoughts get!
Your memory becomes sweeter,
Boredom appears evident.
In a corner of the earth you have
The moist cigarette butt
Of an eternal cigarette
Lived for a moment
You can follow the smoke as it rises
You can look at it, step on it.
Spit on it, crush it or
You can let it be

How those high walls
Become your room!
How those four bars
Become the bars of your balcony!
In front of you are men who laugh
Who talk, who dream
They shout, drink, or walk
Like caged bears
You can look at them and admire them.
You can feel at home
And forget that time is not passing or
Turn your head.

But how do dreams fade
And how do moments become moments!
Your buttocks become numb
Your body fills with drowsiness.
You have a narrow stone bench
Where there is no room for an ass or a back
Where the belly gets wet and
The head gets cold
You can think of beautiful things
Lie down, sit down, don't fall asleep
Stand up and play the sophist or
Walk up and down.

How ignorance eats you up!
How the mind gets dirty slowly!
Unconsciously you just wait
For what you desperately hope for consciously!
You have some lines on the ground
Straight, long, crosswise
You have the four cold bars
And some rusty pipes
You can count them, you can touch them.
Follow them, clean them.
Look for shit to cover them up with
Or try to rest.