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Autocrítica I Crítica

Self-criticism and Criticism

Tancat a casa la major part del temps

Mostly staying home, confined within,

No sóc amant de llepar no tinc déus

No taste for flattery, no gods to win.

Ni pensaments de trobar-me en tal cas

No thoughts of finding myself in such a plight,

Jo sóc qui sóc si vols veure'm, em veus

I am who I am, see me in plain sight.

El meu treball el demostre com puc

My work, I show it as best as I can,

I tant com puc em done tot a ell

And give my all to it, every span.

Millor, pitjor, el judici ja és vostre

Better or worse, the judgment is yours to make,

I amb l'ofici arribaré a ser vell

With this craft, I'll age and never break.

Llavors veurem quina retribució

Then we'll see what reward comes my way,

Em tocarà en tant que jubilat

As a retired soul, come what may.

Si dic això és perquè, com he dit

If I say this, it's because, as I've confessed,

No sóc amant de llepar un sol dit

Flattery's not a game I play, not in the least.

Jo sé que vaig amb les meues cançons

I know I go with my songs in hand,

Saltant històries, saltant situacions

Leaping stories, situations unplanned.

Ara dic groc i després passe al verd

Now I say yellow, then I switch to green,

Sé que és difícil seguir-me l'explicat

It's hard to follow, that much is seen.

Per tant, per tots, em vaig a presentar

So, for all, I'll introduce myself once more,

Jo ací explique a la meua manera

Here I explain, in my own way, to explore,

Uns fets, un temps, una estima, una idea

Facts, a time, a love, an idea untold,

Jo sóc l'artista, el cantant, el pallasso

I am the artist, the singer, the clown, bold.

Per a uns pollet, per a altres una fera

A chick to some, a beast to others' eyes,

Com bé veureu, no arribe a l'u seixanta

As you'll see, I don't reach one-sixty's size.

Si, com he dit al bell començament

Yes, as I said at the very start,

Sóc dels qui resta a casa el major temps

I'm one who stays home for the most part.

No és pas per boig ni per sentir-me estrany

It's not out of madness or feeling strange,

És pel dubte, i dubte molt companys

It's the doubt, and doubt, my friends, has a range.

Quina és la porta que s'obre sense pany?

Which door opens without a key to hold?

Quantes persones et reben sense engany?

How many people welcome you, stories untold?

Quants parlen d'ells dient que de tu parlen?

How many talk of themselves while claiming to speak of you?

Quants m'estaran posant en dubte ara?

How many are doubting me, it's true?

Doncs repetesc: jo parle del meu temps

So I repeat: I speak of my time and place,

Estime el viure ja d'un colp per a tothom

I love living, all at once, with grace.

Tinc un partit i una ideologia

I have a party and an ideology,

Dic el que dic sense cap covardia

I say what I say, without any apology.

Però també sé el preu de tot això

But I also know the price of this stand,

Més tard o d'hora m'arribarà sentència

Sooner or later, judgment will be at hand.

Car no interessa qui no llepa amb paciència

For those who don't flatter with patience, it's a bore,

M'aïllaran dient que m'he aïllat

They'll isolate me, saying I've closed the door.

Diran o diuen que ja sóc acabat

They'll say or they're saying I'm already done,

No pense pas donar-me per guanyat

But I won't give up, the battle's not won.

Mentrestant jo no m'empasse la porga

Meanwhile, I don't swallow the lies they spin,

D'aquells que creuen que tot està tan clar

Of those who think everything is clear within.

Respecte això amb tot el meu respecte

I respect that, with all due respect I hold,

Admire artistes, admire comediants

I admire artists, comedians, stories told.

Però jo sóc jo, i no em puc deslligar

But I am me, and I cannot break free,

De mi mateix poc més puc explicar

From myself, there's little more to see.

Jo sóc l'artista, el cantant, el pallasso

I am the artist, the singer, the clown so bold,

Jo sóc l'artista, el cantant, el pallasso

I am the artist, the singer, the clown, stories told.