Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Canço de Matinada (Versión 1966)

Canço de Matinada (Versión 1966)

Ens ho ha de dir la veu tremolosa i trista d'un campanar
Un cop de llum i el crit de d'una garsa
Que ha despertat amb fam i busca per entre blats i civades
Qualsevol cosa per omplir el pap
O potser un gall que dins la cort canta
La nit és morta, i ja es fa clar, la nit és morta, i ja es fa clar
Mentre jo canto, de matinada, la vila és adormida encara
S'han despertat mullades les fulles del camp d'alfals veí
S'espolsen l'aigua de la rosada mentre que arriba la matinada
I el sol que les escalfa fins que les tallin d'un cop de falç
Alcen la testa mullada i fresca
Per a caure a terra massa temps hi ha
Per a caure a terra massa temps hi ha
Dintre la vila ja plora un nen i pels afores corren els bens
I amb el sarró i la bóta a l'esquena, i amb un bastó a la mà
Se'n va el pastor i el seu gos d'atura
Se'n van cap unes altres pastures
Trencant rius i cabanyes a les muntanyes, volen tornar
Surt amb l'aurora, cal sortit d'hora:
El camí que han de fer és molt llarg
El camí que han de fer és molt llarg
Cap a la vila ja ve el pagès, la bossa buida
I el carro ple de roig tomàquet i de verdures collides del seu hort
La mula sua, el carro crida i l'home tanca els ulls i somnia
Mentre que el sol es lleva d'un llit d'alzines, enlluernant
A les velletes que, pansidetes, cap a l'església van caminant
Cap a l'església van caminant
I ara jo canto de matinada, la vila és adormida encara
I ara jo canto de matinada, la vila és adormida encara

Morning Song (1966 Version)

The trembling and sad voice of a bell tower tells us
A ray of light and the cry of a jay
Who has woken up hungry and searches through wheat and oats
Anything to fill her craw
Or perhaps a rooster crowing in the yard
The night is dead, and it's getting light, the night is dead, and it's getting light
While I sing, at dawn, the town is still asleep
The leaves of the nearby alfalfa field have woken up damp
They shake off the morning dew as the dawn arrives
And the sun warms them until they are cut with a scythe
They lift their damp and fresh heads
There's plenty of time to fall to the ground
There's plenty of time to fall to the ground
In the town a baby is crying and the livestock are running in the outskirts
And with his sack and his canteen on his back, and a staff in his hand
Off goes the shepherd and his sheepdog
They leave for other pastures
Crossing rivers and huts in the mountains, they want to return
They leave at dawn, one must leave early:
The road they have to travel is very long
The road they have to travel is very long
The farmer is already coming to town, his bag empty
And his cart full of red tomatoes and vegetables harvested from his garden
The mule sweats, the cart creaks and the man closes his eyes and dreams
While the sun rises from a bed of oak trees, dazzling
The little old ladies who, very slowly, walk to the church
They're walking to the church
And now I sing at dawn, the village is still asleep
And now I sing at dawn, the village is still asleep