Текст и перевод песни Brams - Quan Surt el Sol

Quan Surt el Sol

Sec sota el porxo vell
A aixopluc de l'aiguat que cau
I a la terra el tempir fa bona olor.

Veig que un tros més enllà
Un veí treu el cap,
S'ho mira, somriu i em veu i ens saludem.

Plou per tot arreu
Sens distingir quin camp és de qui.

Sembla que està a punt d'afluixar
I la natura la feina atura
I l'ocellam desvetlla el camp
I certifica que el cel s'estripa.

Quan surt el sol, surt per tothom
Sense preguntes ni privilegis,
Així de natural és
La societat que pretenem.

Nits a la llar de foc
Explicant contes als menuts
Que havíem sentit a l'avi allà mateix.

Ve el veí a fer el cafè
I diu que es veu que hi ha nous veïns
D'una terra llunyana que ara és un erm.

El vent de migjorn
Que va fer ahir els ha dut fins aquí.

A l'endemà els anirem a donar
La benvinguda, i si cal ajuda,
Per fer a poc a poc una llar de foc
On contar rondalles a la canalla.
Sec sota el porxo vell
A aixopluc de l'aiguat que cau.
Aquesta terra és nostra però el món és de tots.

When the Sun Rises

I sit under the old porch,
Sheltered from the downpour that's falling,
And the wet earth smells so good.

I see that a bit further on,
A neighbor pokes his head out,
Looks around, smiles, sees me, and we greet each other.

It's raining all around,
With no way of telling whose field is whose.

It seems like it's about to let up,
And nature pauses its work,
And the birds wake up the countryside
And certify that the sky is clearing.

When the sun rises, it rises for everyone,
Without questions or privileges,
That's how natural it is,
The society that I want.

Nights by the fireside,
Telling stories to the little ones
That we had heard from our grandfather in the same place.

The neighbor comes in for coffee,
And says that there are new neighbors
From a distant land that is now a wasteland.

The south wind
That blew yesterday brought them here.

Tomorrow we will go and welcome them,
And if necessary, help them,
To gradually make a home
Where they can tell stories to their children.
I sit under the old porch,
Sheltered from the downpour that's falling.
This land is ours, but the world belongs to everyone.