Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Pantalons Llargs

Pantalons Llargs

Campaneta daurada del meu carret de fira,
Cavallet de cartró de mig pam, tot pintat;
Havem caminat tant pels camins sense ira
Que ara ens cal reposar i agrair nostre fat.
Ja no tornaré més fent osque! osque! corrent
A carregar amb palets el teu quadrant de fusta.
Campaneta daurada, tu em sabies content.
Ara em mena la gent i tothora tinc justa
I sóc infant encara, i no puc fer-ne esment.
Cavallet de cartró, tu em sabies la joia:
Si ara jugués a córrer, què diria la gent...
Trobaran molt millor que estimi alguna noia
Tant si és bella com no -cavallet tot pintat,
Campaneta daurada-, i que us deixi al terrat.

Long Pants

Gilded bell of my carousel,
Of cardboard nag not quite a span,
We've wandered so much, all serenely we fell,
Now we must rest and give kind fate our plan.
No more shall I go running, capering carefree,
Lugging your wooden frame on poles with glee.
Gilded bell of delight, you knew me through and through.
Now others lead me, and my time is never due,
And still a child at heart, I cannot make a plea.
Painted nag of cardboard, you knew my joy and pride:
If I still played at running, what would the people say...
They'd think it better I should love some pretty maid,
Be she fair or not - painted nag,
Gilded bell of delight, and leave you on the way.