Текст и перевод песни Cesk Freixas - Coses Nostres

Coses Nostres

Que la memòria no m′esborri el millor hivern
I el fred d'esperar-te,
Aquelles nit de dimecres a diumenge
Quan sorties del teatre.

Com ens estimàvem
I ens estimem encara.
I aquest ofici tan salvatge...

Les hores al cotxe,
Metros que no avancen,
Arribar al poble i respirar...

I així aforta alguna cosa al mig del pit,
Com cremar una llar de foc.
I veiem casa a un futur immediat,
Viure junts té aquesta sort.

Quadres de l′Ovidi,
Els llums que no apago,
Hi ha roba estesa a la terrassa,
Els vespres de seria
Com en Pere i na Laia.
Que tu la vida et queda bé...

Possiblement haurem d'aprendre tantes coses
I tantes d'altres que no ens caldran.
Obrir les mans, agafar l′aire,
Arribar al poble i respirar...

Vindrà el carter
I no tocarà la nostra porta
Però no ens fan falta els seus petons.

I quan m′enviïs un missatge amb una "T"
Ja seràs a l'estació.

Pujo les escales,
Busco la sortida,
Compro el diari a la botiga,
Llegeix-ho "La Paraula",
Després te localitzo,
Hissar la vela i navegar.

Possiblement haurem d′aprendre tantes coses
I tantes d'altres que no ens caldran.
Obrir les mans, agafar l′aire,
Arribar al poble i respirar...

Possiblement haurem d'aprendre tantes coses
Que serà fàcil enfrontar-nos al futur.
Obrir les mans, agafar l′aire,
Hissar la vela i navegar.

Obrir les mans, agafar l'aire,
Arribar al poble i respirar...

Our Things

May my memory not erase the best winter
And the cold of waiting for you,
Those Wednesday to Sunday nights
When you left the theater.

How we loved each other
And we still love each other.
And this savage profession...

The hours in the car,
Meters that don't advance,
Arriving in town and breathing...

And so something inside me gets stronger,
Like burning a fire in the hearth.
And we see home in the immediate future,
Living together has this good fortune.

Paintings by Ovidi,
The lights I don't turn off,
There are clothes hanging on the terrace,
The serious evenings
Like Pere and Laia.
Life suits you so well...

Perhaps we will have to learn so many things
And so many others we won't need.
To open our hands, to take in the air,
To arrive in town and breathe...

The mailman will come
And he won't knock on our door
But we don't need his kisses.

And when you send me a message with a "T"
You'll already be at the station.

I climb the stairs,
I look for the exit,
I buy the newspaper at the store,
Read it, "La Paraula",
Then I locate you,
Hoist the sail and sail.

Perhaps we will have to learn so many things
And so many others we won't need.
To open our hands, to take in the air,
To arrive in town and breathe...

Perhaps we will have to learn so many things
That it will be easy to face the future.
To open our hands, to take in the air,
To hoist the sail and sail.

To open our hands, to take in the air,
To arrive in town and breathe...