Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Salam Rashid

Salam Rashid

T′ho havien dit
Allà baix a la terra dels teus pares
T'ho havien dit
Que Europa era molt gran, per això hi anares
Des del gran Sud
On l′ombra de les palmeres és dolça
I l'aigua dels rius
Camina de puntetes, cautelosa
T'ho havien dit
De nit les passes lentes de les dunes.
T′ho havien dit
Que el desert es va fent gran a mesura
Que els rics del Nord
Hi trenquen els seus rellotges de sorra
A contracor
I tu només tenies ganes de córrer
Què hi fas, Rashid, perdut a la frontissa
D′un Nord poruc i un Sud que es desespera?
T'han estripat l′honor i la camisa
I un cop aquí no tornaràs enrera
Pell de color de dàtil o de sutge
Que sempre està fent cua a Laietana
No ets innocent sigui qui sigui el jutge
Ets el pecat, el camell, la fulana
Dècim trencat, propina d'urinari
Ets tot allò que el fariseu rebutja
Trinca la creu i puja al teu calvari.
Salam Rashid
Ja ni saps quan
Fa que camines per ciutats llogades
Arrossegant
La sensació que a tot arreu sobraves
Et coneixem
Ets carn de soterrani i de conquesta
La falca justa perquè
No trontolli la taula de la festa
Bulls al perol
Somnis del Sud contra la incerta ràbia
De morir sol
Volies volar, i Europa és una gàbia
I vas perdent
A poc a poc records per les voreres
Feixugament
Però et sents viu i esperes com les feres
El món es mou pels qui com tu caminen
Més del que volen mà d′obra barata
Sobrevivents de presons i pallisses
Que han decidit que els guiïn les sabates
Demà per tu somriurà la Mona Lisa
Faràs servir el Louvre de nevera
Les catedrals alternaran la missa
Amb l'Alcorà i les danses barbaresques
Però mentrestant Europa va fent d′esma
Ha embolicat les porres amb banderes
I a tu et reserva un jardí del Maresme
Salam Rashid

Salam Rashid

They said to you
There down in the land of your parents
They said to you
That Europe was very big, that's why you went there
From the great South
Where the shade of the palm trees is sweet
And the water of the rivers
Walks on tiptoe, cautiously
They said to you
At night the slow steps of the dunes.
They said to you
That the desert grows bigger as you go
That the rich of the North
There, they break their sand clocks
Grudgingly
And you just wanted to run
What are you doing, Rashid, lost on the border
Of a fearful North and a desperate South?
They have torn your honor and your shirt
And once here, you will not go back
Skin the color of date or soot
That is always queuing at Laietana
You are not innocent whoever the judge is
You are the sin, the camel, the whore
Broken dime, tip of the urinal
You are everything that the Pharisee rejects
Take the cross and go up to your calvary.
Salam Rashid
You no longer know when
Makes you walk through rented cities
Dragging
The feeling that everywhere you were left over
We know you
You are the flesh of the basement and of the conquest
The fair falcon because
So that the table of the party does not wobble
Bulls in the cauldron
Dreams of the South against the uncertain rage
Of dying alone
You wanted to fly, and Europe is a cage
And you are losing
Little by little memories by the sidewalks
Heavily
But you feel alive and wait like the wild animals
The world moves for those who, like you, walk
More than they want cheap labor
Survivors of prisons and beatings
Who have decided to be guided by their shoes
Tomorrow the Mona Lisa will smile at you
You will use the Louvre as a refrigerator
The cathedrals will alternate the mass
With the Koran and the Barbary dances
But meanwhile Europe is falling asleep
She has wrapped the batons with flags
And for you, she reserves a garden in the Maresme
Salam Rashid