Текст и перевод песни Cesk Freixas - Mudança

Mudança

Matalassos a terra, mans i caixes de cartró
Si m'apropes l'esquena, t'ompliré de camins el cos
Vaig fer com si no t'esperés aquell dimarts a Girona
El cercle era un submarí i tu a dins estaves preciosa
7 dies, un tren i la plana, temps pensant altres respostes
Aquí t'entrego les disculpes, no vaig para de preguntar-te coses

Hotels, albergs i hostals, croissants i roses grogues
Davant del teatre d'Avinyó una cançó...

Eh, eh, eh canta la vida amor
Eh, eh, eh, actua i fes nostre aquest món
I quan s'abaixi el teló canta la vida amor

I al mig de la vall d'Albaida, cremant asfalt després d'un concert
Vam plantar les banderes, i mars de costes senceres
Els mercats d'Occitània, vam espolsar dels cossos la por
Damunt les pedres portades de Roma, ploràvem i rèiem
I jo no ho canvio per res d'aquest món,
I jo no ho canvio no, no...

Hotels, albergs i hostals, croissants i roses grogues
Davant del teatre d'Avinyó una cançó...

Eh, eh, eh canta la vida amor
Eh, eh, eh, actua i fes nostre aquest món
I quan s'abaixi el teló canta la vida amor

Un jersei, un anell, trossos de paper, paraules
Fotos i tardes amb neu, taxis i pissarres

Change

Mattresses on the floor, hands and cardboard boxes
If you come closer, I'll fill your body with roads
I acted as if I wasn't waiting for you on that Tuesday in Girona
The circle was a submarine and you were beautiful inside
7 days, a train and the plain, time pondering other answers
Here I give you my apologies, I can't stop asking you things

Hotels, hostels, and inns, croissants and yellow roses
In front of the Avignon theater, a song...

Oh, oh, oh, sing life my love
Oh, oh, oh, act and make this world our own
And when the curtain falls, sing life my love

And in the middle of the Albaida valley, burning asphalt after a concert
We planted the flags, and whole coastal seas
In the markets of Occitania, we shook off fear from our bodies
On the stones brought from Rome, we wept and laughed
And I wouldn't change it for anything in the world
And I wouldn't change it, no, no...

Hotels, hostels, and inns, croissants and yellow roses
In front of the Avignon theater, a song...

Oh, oh, oh, sing life my love
Oh, oh, oh, act and make this world our own
And when the curtain falls, sing life my love

A sweater, a ring, scraps of paper, words
Photos and snowy afternoons, taxis and blackboards