Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Jocs I Joguines

Jocs I Joguines

Què vols dir-me, clarejant arran de cadira,
Ulls de sucre, manetes de quart de pam,
Que has baixat del teu castell de jocs i joguines
Al nostre món, ple de manies i de gent gran?
Què vols fer-me saber, princesa de l′estora?
A quin déu clama justícia el teu dit alçat?
Amb què haurà ensopegat la teva pell de monja?
Quin daltabaix el nou dia ens té reservat?
Que has deixat joguines i jocs
Escampades a l'eixida
I entre els meus genolls véns a plorar.
Que una vespa,
Que una flor,
Que festejant
T′han ferida, el meu infant.
Eixuguem-li les llàgrimes,
Posem-li al dit fang.
Que una vespa,
Que una flor,
Que festejant
L'han ferida, el meu infant.
Hi ha paranys i espines
I jocs i joguines.
Ja saps una cosa més. Una nova experiència.
Corre, afanya't a mostrar el dit ferit al món,
Cordillet de la meva baldufa de guerra.
Quina urgència no t′estarà esgarrapant el cor?
Que has deixat joguines i jocs
Tot escampat a l′eixida
Per sortir als carrers a pregonar.
Que una vespa,
Que una flor,
Que festejant
T'han ferida, el meu infant.
Eixuguem-li les llàgrimes,
Posem-li al dit fang.
Que una vespa,
Que una flor,
Que festejant
L′han ferida, el meu infant.
Hi ha paranys i espines,
Jocs i joguines.

Games and Toys

What do you want to tell me, brightening up by my chair,
Sugar eyes, tiny hands,
That you've come down from your castle of games and toys
To our world, full of adult quirks and people?
What do you want to show me, little princess of the playroom floor?
To which god does your raised finger plead for justice?
On what has your delicate skin stumbled?
What upheaval has the new day reserved for us?
You've left toys and games
Scattered at the exit
And you come to cry in my lap.
A wasp,
A flower,
In a celebration
They've hurt you, my child.
Let's wipe your tears away,
Let's put some mud on your finger.
A wasp,
A flower,
In a celebration
They've hurt you, my child.
There are traps and thorns,
And games and toys.
Now you know one more thing. A new experience.
Run, hurry, show the world your cut finger,
String of my battle yo-yo.
What urgency must be tearing at your heart?
You've left toys and games
All strewn about the exit
To take to the streets and cry out.
A wasp,
A flower,
In a celebration
They've hurt you, my child.
Let's wipe your tears away,
Let's put some mud on your finger.
A wasp,
A flower,
In a celebration
They've hurt you, my child.
There are traps and thorns,
Games and toys.