Текст и перевод песни Cesk Freixas - El Meu Poble

El Meu Poble

El meu poble és aquella bota
Perduda al nord del Penedès,
A mig camí d'Igualada,
Entre camps d'oliveres i ceps.

Els estius són tots aquells avis
Que prenen la fresca al carrer,
Perquè no hi ha veritat que valgui
Si abans no l'ha parlat la gent.

Enfilant Carrer Nou avall,
S'arriba a l'ajuntament,
Que és on, en clau localista,
Es parla d'allò que no parlen els vells.

Molt a prop, on es troben els joves,
Hi ha un riu estret però valent
Que dóna nom a aquest poble,
Que deixa el nom a la gent.
El treball de les seves aigües
A les fàbriques de paper
Ha omplert de força les cases
En el temps d'un designi funest.

La història ha forjat aquest lloc
En una vall poc sobtada.
Amunt els palaus i els ponts,
Amunt la pedra de la bona anyada.
Amunt els palaus i els ponts,
Amunt la pedra de la bona anyada.

El meu poble és una plaça,
Plataners esclatant a l'abril,
Com em costa quedar-me,
Com em costa sortir.
Com em costa quedar-me,
Com em costa sortir.

My Village

My village is that bumpkin town
Lost in the north of Penedès,
Halfway from Igualada,
Between olive groves and vine stocks.

Summers are all those old men
Who chill out in the streets,
Because there is no truth worth keeping
Unless the locals have talked about it.

Going down Carrer Nou,
You get to the town hall,
Which is where, in a local way,
They talk about things the old men don't.

Very close, where the youth meets,
There's a narrow but brave river
That gives its name to this town,
That leaves its name on its people.
The work of its waters
In the paper mills
Has filled the houses with strength
In a time of disastrous destiny.

History has shaped this place
In a not very steep valley.
Upwards the palaces and the bridges,
Upwards the stones of good vintage.
Upwards the palaces and the bridges,
Upwards the stones of good vintage.

My village is a square,
Plane trees bursting in April,
How hard it is for me to stay,
How hard it is to leave.
How hard it is for me to stay,
How hard it is to leave.