Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - El Meu Carrer

El Meu Carrer

El meu carrer
És fosc i tort
Té gust de port
I nom de poeta
Estret i brut
Fa olor de gent
I té els balcons plens
De roba estesa
El meu carrer
No val dos rals
Són cent portals
Trencats a trossos
I una font on
Van a abeurar
Infants i gats
Coloms i gossos
És un racó on mai no entra el sol
Un carrer qualsevol
El meu carrer
Té cinc fanals
Perquè els xavals
Llancin pedrades
Hi ha una pensió
I tres forns de pa
I un bar
A cada cantonada
El meu carrer
És gent d'arreu
Que penca i beu
Que sua i menja
I es lleven amb el primer sol
I van al futbol
Cada diumenge
O a fer esparral al volantí
O a fer un dòmino amb vi
El meu carrer
És un infant
Que va berenant
Pa amb oli i sucre
I juga a daus
I a cavall fort
Mig bo, mig bord
Escolà i cuca
El meu carrer
Del barri baix
Viu al calaix
De les baldufes
Amb patacons
I l'àlbum Nestlé
I ells trossos
D'una vella estufa
I a poc a poc se'm fa malbé
El meu carrer

My Street

My street
Is dark and crooked
Smells like a harbor
And is named after a poet
Narrow and dirty
Smells like people
And has balconies full of
Clothes hanging out to dry
My street
Isn't worth two cents
One hundred broken
Building entrances
And a fountain where
They come to drink water
Children and cats
Pigeons and dogs
It's a corner where sunlight never enters
Just another street
My street
Has a few streetlights
So that the boys
Can throw stones
There's a boarding house
And three bakeries
And a bar
On every corner
My street
Is filled with people from all over
Who work hard and drink
Who sweat and eat
And wake up with the first rays of the sun
And go to the soccer match
Every Sunday
Or fly kites
Or play dominoes with wine
My street
Is a child
Who eats bread
With oil and sugar
And plays dice
And rides wooden horses
Half good, half bad
Scholar and rogue
My street
In the working-class neighborhood
Lives in the playroom
Of marbles
With rubber balls
And the Nestle album
And the broken pieces
Of an old stove
And slowly I'm being destroyed
My street