Текст и перевод песни Joan Dausà - La Teva Veu

La Teva Veu

Mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan no parles
Mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan llegeixes de nit

Mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan escoltes
I mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan per dins crides feliç

Mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan respires
I mai t'has preguntat com és la teva
Veu quan et diu que ho tornis a intentar

Com és la teva veu a una buida sala d'espera
Quan pel carrer repassa una lletra
Quan recordes estius d'anys enrere

Quan amb tu puja un cim, quan et mires els fills
Quan escrius un poema en aquella llibreta

I mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan per dins crides feliç

Com és la teva veu a una buida sala d'espera
Quan pel carrer repassa una lletra
Quan recordes estius d'anys enrere

Quan amb tu puja un cim, quan et mires els fills
Quan escrius un poema en aquella llibreta

I mai t'has preguntat com és la teva veu quan per dins crides feliç

Your Voice

Have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you're not speaking
Have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you read at night

Have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you're listening
And have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you're shouting happily inside

Have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you're breathing
And have you ever wondered what your
Voice sounds like when it tells you to try again

What does your voice sound like in an empty waiting room
When you're walking down the street, reviewing a letter
When you're remembering summers from years ago

When you're reaching a summit with you, when you look at your children
When you write a poem in that notebook

And have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you're shouting happily inside

What does your voice sound like in an empty waiting room
When you're walking down the street, reviewing a letter
When you're remembering summers from years ago

When you're reaching a summit with you, when you look at your children
When you write a poem in that notebook

And have you ever wondered what your voice sounds like when you're shouting happily inside