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El senyal de combat (La guerra de la verdulaire part III)

Ara cal anar desenterrant
La destral a cada cap de carrer,
Superar l'efecte del sedant,
Aquell que fa que sembli tot aliè.

Però aquest tremp que ara ha eixorivit
No és suficient per encetar l'atac
Cal armar de raó el despit
I acumular dents per al xerrac.

Els iaios que seuen al banc de la plaça, la colla del bar,
Antics amics d'escola que fa l'hòstia que no veus,
La dona que ven verdura al mercat:
Tot som peces del trencaclosques.

Ja es pot fer aquest acte rotund
On tothom té un paper reservat
Però depèn de quan estigui a punt
La dona que ven verdura al mercat.

Gent que des que va marxar només veus per Patum i per Nadal,
Els companys de feina, fins i tot els que no t'hi fas,
La dona que ven verdura al mercat:
Tots som peces del trencaclosques que anem encaixant.

La colla d'immigrants que fa uns dies que són a la ciutat,
Aquell home amb qui ningú no parla mai,
La dona que ven verdura al mercat:
Tots som peces del trencaclosques.

Que la prudència no ens faci traïdors
Que la pressa no ens faci entrebancar,
De la parada de verdura del mercat
Sortirà el senyal de combat.

The Signal of Combat (The War of the Vegetable Woman Part III)

Now we must go to dig up
The axe at every head of the street,
To overcome the effect of the sedative,
The one that makes everything seem alien.

But this temper that is now exhausted
Is not enough to start the attack
Arm the contempt with reason
And accumulate teeth for the saw.

The old men sitting on the plaza bench, the bar crew,
Old school friends that you haven't seen in ages,
The woman who sells vegetables at the market:
We are all pieces of the puzzle.

This round act can now be performed
Where everyone has a reserved role
But it depends on when he is ready
The woman who sells vegetables at the market.

People that since they left you only see at Patum and Christmas,
Coworkers, even those you don't like,
The woman who sells vegetables at the market:
We are all pieces of the puzzle that we are fitting together.

The group of immigrants who have been in the city for a few days,
That man that nobody ever talks to,
The woman who sells vegetables at the market:
We are all pieces of the puzzle.

May prudence not make us traitors
May haste not make us stumble,
From the vegetable stall at the market
The signal of combat will come out.