Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Seria Fantastic

Seria Fantastic

Seria fantàstic
Que anès equivocat
I que el wàter no fos ocupat.

Que fes un bon dia
I que ens fes un bon pes.
Que Sant Pere, pagant, no cantés.

Seria fantàstic
Que res no fos urgent.
No passar mai de llarg I servir per quelcom.
Anar per la vida sense compliments
Anomenant les coses pel seu nom.
Cobrar en espècies I sentir-se ben tractat
I pixar-se de riure I fer volar
Coloms.

Seria tot un detall,
Tot un símptoma d′urbanitat,
Que no perdessin sempre els mateixos
I que heretessin els desheretats.

Seria fantàstic
Que guanyés el millor
I que la força no fos la raó.

Que s'instal·lés al barri
El paradís terrenal.
Que la ciència fos neutral.

Seria fantàstic
No passar per l′embut.
Que tot fos com és manat I ningú
No manés.
Que arribés el dia del sentit comú.
Trobar-se com a casa a tot arreu.
Poder badar sense córrer perill.
Seria fantàstic que tots fóssim fills de Déu.

Seria tot un detall
I tot un gest, per la teva part,
Que coincidíssim, et deixessis convèncer
I fossis... tal com jo t'he imaginat.

It Would Be Fantastic

It would be fantastic
That we would go the wrong way
And that the toilet would not be occupied.

That it would be a good day
And that we would have a good weigh-in.
That Saint Peter, paying, would not sing.

It would be fantastic
That nothing would be urgent.
Never to pass by and to be of some use.
To go through life without compliments
Calling things by their name.
To collect in kind and to feel well treated
And to piss ourselves laughing and to fly
Doves.

It would be a detail,
A sign of urbanity,
That the same people would not always lose
And that the disinherited would inherit.

It would be fantastic
That the best would win
And that strength would not be the reason.

That the neighborhood would be installed
The terrestrial paradise.
That science would be neutral.

It would be fantastic
Not to go through the funnel.
That everything would be as ordered and nobody
Would not command.
That the day of common sense would arrive.
To find themselves at home everywhere.
To be able to wander without danger.
It would be fantastic if we were all children of God.

It would be a detail
And a gesture on your part,
That we would coincide, you would let yourself be convinced
And you would be... just as I have imagined you.