Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Per al Meu Amic

Per al Meu Amic

Puc vendre'm l'ànima al diable
I el cos als demés
I llogar fins la guitarra
Per diners
O trencar la meva imatge
Com si fos de guix
O jugar-me l'esperança
Al "set i mig"
Però no pas aquest poema volador i petit
Gust d'amor
Color magrana
Que he escrit per al meu amic
Ets bo
Ets dolç
Ets mascle
L'alcohol em destruirà el fetge
I les arnes la pell
El fum els pulmons
I els homes el cervell
Podreu fullejar els meus somnis
Grapejar els records
I estripar-me plors i versos
Jocs i amors
Però no pas aquest poema volador i petit
Gust d'amor
Color magrana
Que he escrit per al meu amic
Ets bo
Ets dolç
Ets mascle
He tingut sort amb les dones
Que ja és molt tenir
I a les mans la primavera
Que ja és dir
He pujat on la neu crema
I he caigut al sot
Demaneu-me el que vulgueu
Que tinc de tot
Però no pas aquest poema volador i petit
Gust d'amor
Color magrana
Que he escrit per al meu amic
El bo
El dolç
El mascle

For My Friend

I can sell my soul to the devil,
And my body to others,
And rent out even my guitar
For money
Or break my image
As if it were made of chalk
Or stake my hope
At "seven and a half"
But not this flying and small poem
Taste of love
Pomegranate color
That I wrote for my friend
You are good
You are sweet
You are male
Alcohol will destroy my liver
And moths my skin
Smoke my lungs
And men my brain
You can browse my dreams,
paw through the memories
And tear apart my tears and verses
Games and loves
But not this flying and small poem
Taste of love
Pomegranate color
That I wrote for my friend
You are good
You are sweet
You are male
I have been lucky with women
Which is already a lot to have
And spring in my hands
Which is to say
I have climbed where the snow burns,
And I have fallen into the pit
Ask me for whatever you want,
Because I have everything
But not this flying and small poem
Taste of love
Pomegranate color
That I wrote for my friend
The good
The sweet
The male