Текст и перевод песни Cesk Freixas - Potser per Tu

Potser per Tu

Potser per tu porto balcons de roba estesa,
I el meu viure té parets de pedra seca,
Potser per tu, de barraques i conreus plens d'oliveres,
Potser per tu.

Potser per tu vénen els mesos sense erra,
Neixen torrents amb l'esperança per bandera,
Potser per tu l'estiu és un pont de la primavera,
Potser per tu.

Potser per tu tinc aquest plor de polseguera,
Una llarga pena que pesa com una pedra,
Potser per tu hem après que la vida no s'espera,
Potser per tu.

Potser és per tu que tenim deltes i albuferes,
I temps a les mans per cuidar la nostra terra.
Treballant la fruita dolça i la verema;
D'un anhel de llibertat ets la trinxera.

Potser per tu arrenca amb vi la nostra festa,
I s'alça la muixeranga com ho fa, al camp, la corbella,
Potser per tu la gent té ganes de riure per sempre,
Potser per tu.

Potser per tu de bat a bat obrim finestres,
I gaudim, secretament, de tota la brisa que entra,
Potser per tu, de la mar mediterrània ets havanera,
Potser per tu.

Potser és per tu que tenim deltes i albuferes,
I temps a les mans per cuidar la nostra terra.
Treballant la fruita dolça i la verema;
D'un anhel de llibertat ets la trinxera.
D'un anhel de llibertat...

Potser és per tu que tenim deltes i albuferes,
I temps a les mans per cuidar la nostra terra.
Treballant la fruita dolça i la verema;
D'un anhel de llibertat ets la trinxera.

D'un anhel de llibertat ets la trinxera.

D'un anhel de llibertat ets havanera.

Perhaps for You

Perhaps for you I bring balconies of laundry,
And my home has walls of dry stone,
Perhaps for you, of shacks and fields full of olive trees,
Perhaps for you.

Perhaps for you come the months without error,
Torrents are born with hope as their banner,
Perhaps for you summer is a bridge from spring,
Perhaps for you.

Perhaps for you I have this dusty cry,
A long sorrow that weighs like a stone,
Perhaps for you we have learned that life cannot wait,
Perhaps for you.

Perhaps it is for you that we have deltas and lagoons,
And time on our hands to care for our land.
Working the sweet fruit and the harvest;
From a yearning for freedom you are the trench.

Perhaps for you our festival begins with wine,
And the human tower rises like the kite does in the field,
Perhaps for you people want to laugh forever,
Perhaps for you.

Perhaps for you we open our windows wide,
And we enjoy, secretly, all the breeze that enters,
Perhaps for you, you are the serenade of the Mediterranean sea,
Perhaps for you.

Perhaps it is for you that we have deltas and lagoons,
And time on our hands to care for our land.
Working the sweet fruit and the harvest;
From a yearning for freedom you are the trench.
From a yearning for freedom...

Perhaps it is for you that we have deltas and lagoons,
And time on our hands to care for our land.
Working the sweet fruit and the harvest;
From a yearning for freedom you are the trench.

From a yearning for freedom you are the trench.

From a yearning for freedom you are the serenade.