La Mort de L'Avi (Versión 1965) - Joan Manuel Serrat перевод на английский

La Mort de L'Avi (Versión 1965)

No hi ha rialles, sols hi ha plors.
No hi ha cançons, sols hi ha gemecs.
Sembla que tot vagi de dol
En aquest racó mariner.
A la taverna, els pescadors
Estan tots muts, no diuen res,
I les comares, a l'església,
Preguen per l'avi.
Tothom anirà a l'enterrament,
Tothom dirà: "que bo què era!"
Tothom sabrà parlar-ne bé,
Potser algú plorarà de pena.
Però no d'amor, perquè, al vell,
D'amor, tan sols li'n van donar
La barca, el vent, els aparells,
La xarxa, el sol i el blau del mar.
Però l'endemà tot ha canviat,
Car ningú no pensa en el vell.
Els pescadors són a la mar,
Els minyons juguen pel carrer.
Però a la platja, plena ahir,
Sols una barca hi ha restat,
Amb una xarxa que mai més
No tornarà a besar la mar.
No tornarà a besar la mar,
Mai més.

The Death of Grandfather (1965 Version)

There's no laughter, only tears, my love.
There are no songs, only moans.
It seems that everything is in mourning
In this seaside corner.
At the tavern, the fishermen
Are all silent, they say nothing,
And the gossiping women, at the church,
Pray for grandfather.
Everyone will go to the funeral,
Everyone will say: "How good he was!"
Everyone will know how to speak well of him,
Perhaps someone will cry with grief.
But not out of love, because, to the old man,
Of love, they only gave him
The boat, the wind, the tackle,
The net, the sun and the blue of the sea.
But the next day everything has changed,
For no one thinks of the old man.
The fishermen are at sea,
The children are playing in the street.
But on the beach, full yesterday,
Only one boat remains,
With a net that never again
Will kiss the sea.
Will never again kiss the sea,
Nevermore.