Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - De Mica en Mica

De Mica en Mica

En aquell petit cafè on no hi volen entrar
Ni la llum del carrer, ni la gent assenyada
Vaig trobar el teu mirar, melangiós i llunyà
Com la boira que neix al port, de matinada
Et vaig donar una mà i em vas seguit a la nit
Com un gosset perdut que prega una carícia
Vas omplir de colors la tristor del meu llit
De vermelles de capvespre i de verds de Galícia
I el meu racó va a ser
El teu racó també
Eres jove i bonica
Vam començar jugant
I et vaig anar estimant
De mica en mica
Em vaig acostumar poc a poc al teu nom
A la teva escalfor i a les teves paraules
Al soroll del teu pas pujant els esglaons
I a la teva manera de parar la taula
A l'olor de les teves mans que cada nit
Voltaven el meu cos com una fina gasa
Però tot es va ensorrar quan et vaig sentir dir
"Me'n vaig a buscar el sol. És molt fosca la casa".
"Ningú no m'està esperant
Gràcies per tot, Joan..."
Eres jove i bonica
Se'n va anar de repent
El que vaig anar perdent
De mica en mica
Vaig sentir tant de fred aquelles nits d'estiu
Vaig maleir mil cops la petita taverna
Quantes tardes he anat a dur el meu plor al riu
Quantes nits he passat en blanc, com la lluerna
Però em vaig acostumar també a viure tot sol
Sense estripar els papers, ni les fotografies
Si tinc fam menjo pa. Si tinc fred encenc foc
I penso: "Si avui plou, demà, demà farà bon dia"
I torno a anar al cafè
I penso que potser
Tu eres jove i bonica
Però, el temps ha anat passant
I jo t'he anat oblidant
De mica en mica

By Little by Little

In that small coffee shop where people normally do not step in
Neither the lights of the street or sensible people
I found your gaze, melancholy and distant
Like the fog that rises in the harbor in the morning
I gave you a hand and you followed me into the night
Like a lost puppy begging for a caress
You filled the sadness of my bed with colors
Of evening reds and the greens of Galicia
And my corner was going to be
Your corner too
You are young and beautiful
We started playing
And I began to love you
Little by little
I got used to your name little by little
To your warmth and your words
To the sound of your steps climbing the stairs
And to the way you set the table
To the smell of your hands that every night
Wrapped around my body like a fine gauze
But everything collapsed when I heard you say,
“I'm leaving to find the sun. The house is too dark.”
“No one is waiting for me.
Thanks for everything, Joan."...
You are young and beautiful
She suddenly left
What I was losing
Little by little
I was so cold those summer nights
I cursed the little tavern a thousand times
How many afternoons have I gone to take my cry to the river
How many nights have I spent awake like a lamp
But I also got used to living alone
Without tearing up papers or photographs
If I’m hungry, I’ll eat bread. If I’m cold, I’ll light a fire
And I think: "If it rains today, tomorrow, tomorrow it will be a good day"
And I go back to the coffee shop
And I think that perhaps
You are young and beautiful
But time has passed
And I have started to forget you
Little by little