Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Vaig Com Les Aus

Vaig Com Les Aus

Vaig com les aus quan ha perdut el fill,
Que giravoltem sense haver consol,
Amb crits de sang alerten son estol
Com si lo món entrés en gran perill.
E giravolten sens defalliment
Entorn del lloc on lo fill han deixat
E no els esparvera la veracitat
Perquè els daria molt major turment.
Des del matí fins que s′ha post lo jorn,
Amb son rodar inquieten l'espai,
Diuen que en ells dolor no es pondrà mai,
Puix que mai més no hauran lo fill entorn.
Sols a la nit, vençuts per l′enderroc,
Tornen al niu com a desert castell,
Senten lo cor de sobta fosc i vell
E s'adormissen amb la son del roc.
L'ensendemà, amb un volar penós,
Abandonant lo niu, l′arbre i el riu,
Van a l′encalç d'un indret més galdós:
Però en cap lloc lo seu infant no viu.
Així jo vaig, perdut de mi mateix,
A mi mateix cercant-me eternament.
Mes jo só mut e mut lo meu lament,
Car gorja endins lo meu dolor se peix.

I wander like the birds

I wander like the birds that have lost their young,
Who circle aimlessly without consolation,
With cries of blood they alert their flock
As if the world were in great danger.
And they circle without fail
Around the place where they left their young
And the truth doesn't scare them
Because it would give them much greater torment.
From morning until the sun has set,
With their circling they disturb the space,
They say that pain will never leave them,
Since they will never have their young around them again.
Only at night, overcome by exhaustion,
They return to the nest like a deserted castle,
They feel their hearts suddenly dark and old
And they fall asleep with the sound of the rock.
The next day, with a painful flight,
Abandoning the nest, the tree and the river,
They go in search of a more cheerful place:
But their child lives nowhere.
So I go, lost to myself,
Searching for myself eternally.
But I am mute and my lament is mute,
For my pain feeds deep within my throat.