Текст и перевод песни Jonatan Penalba - TIO CANYA

TIO CANYA

En la Pobla hi ha in vell, en la Pobla hi ha in vell
Que li diuen Tio Canya
Porta gorra i brusa negra, porta gorra i brusa negra
I una faixa morellana

Tres voltes només va anar el Tio Canya a València
Primer quan va entrar en quintes i en casar-se amb sa femella
La tercera va jurar de no tornar a xafar-la
Que a un home que ve del poble, ningú fa abaixar la cara

Set vegades va fer cua, set vegades va fer cua
En presentar un papers
Per no saber expressar-se, per no saber expressar-se
En llengua de forasters
Aguantà totes les burles, les paraules agrejades
I a la Pobla va tornar

Tio Canya, Tio Canya, no tens les claus de ta casa
Posa-li un forrellat nou o et farà fum la teulada
Tio Canya, Tio Canya, no tens les claus de ta casa
Posa-li un forrellat nou o et farà fum la teulada

Tio Canya tingué un fill, Tio Canya tingué un fill
Que li diuen Tio Canya
Porta gorra i brusa negra, porta gorra i brusa negra
I una faixa morellana

Bé recorda el Tio Canya quan varen portar-lo a escola
Set anys la cara ben neta, ulls oberts, camisa nova
Però molt més va obrir els ulls el xiquet del Tio Canya
Quan va sentir aquell mestre parlar de manera estranya

Cada dia que passava, cada dia que passava
Anava encollint els muscles
Per por a què el senyor mestre, per por a què el senyor mestre
Li fera alguna pregunta
Aguantà càstigs i renyes, sens gosar d'abrir la boca
I l'escola va odiar

Tio Canya, Tio Canya, no tens les claus de ta casa
Posa-li un forrellat nou o et farà fum la teulada
Tio Canya, Tio Canya, no tens les claus de ta casa
Posa-li un forrellat nou o et farà fum la teulada

Cròniques del carrer diuen, cròniques del carrer diuen
D'uns nets que té el Tio Canya
Que són metges a València, que són metges a València
Professors i gent lletrada
Quan a estiu vénen al poble, visiten el Tio Canya
I el pobre vell se'ls escolta, parlant llengua castellana

Però cròniques més noves expliquen que el Tio Canya
Ja compta amb besnéts molts joves que alegren la seua cara
Mai parlen en castellà, mai parlen en castellà
Com han aprés dels seus pares
Sinó com la gent del poble, sinó com la gent del poble
La llengua del Tio Canya

Reviscola, Tio Canya
Amb gaiato si et fa falta
Que a València has de tornar

Tio Canya, Tio Canya, no tens les claus de ta casa
Posa-li un forrellat nou perquè avui tens temps encara
Tio Canya, Tio Canya, no tens les claus de ta casa
Posa-li un forrellat nou perquè avui tens temps encara

UNCLE CANE

In Pobla there's an old man, in Pobla there's an old man
They call him Uncle Cane
He wears a hat and a black shirt, he wears a hat and a black shirt
And a brown sash

Only three times did Uncle Cane go to Valencia
First when he went to the draft and when he married his wife
The third time he swore he would never set foot there again
That to a man from the village, no one makes him lower his head

Seven times he stood in line, seven times he stood in line
To present some papers
For not knowing how to express himself, for not knowing how to express himself
In the language of strangers
He endured all the mockery, the harsh words
And returned to Pobla

Uncle Cane, Uncle Cane, you don't have the keys to your house
Put a new lock on it, or the roof will go up in smoke
Uncle Cane, Uncle Cane, you don't have the keys to your house
Put a new lock on it, or the roof will go up in smoke

Uncle Cane had a son, Uncle Cane had a son
They call him Uncle Cane
He wears a hat and a black shirt, he wears a hat and a black shirt
And a brown sash

Uncle Cane remembers well when they took him to school
Seven years with a clean face, open eyes, new shirt
But the eyes of Uncle Cane's child opened much wider
When he heard the master speak in that strange way

Every day that passed, every day that passed
He was shrinking in muscles
For fear that the master, for fear that the master
Would ask him a question
He endured punishments and rebukes, not daring to open his mouth
And he came to hate school

Uncle Cane, Uncle Cane, you don't have the keys to your house
Put a new lock on it, or the roof will go up in smoke
Uncle Cane, Uncle Cane, you don't have the keys to your house
Put a new lock on it, or the roof will go up in smoke

Street chronicles tell, street chronicles tell
About some grandchildren Uncle Cane has
They're doctors in Valencia, they're doctors in Valencia
Teachers and educated people
When they come to town in the summer, they visit Uncle Cane
And the poor old man listens to them, speaking in Castilian

But newer chronicles tell that Uncle Cane
Now has many young great-grandchildren who brighten his face
They never speak in Castilian, they never speak in Castilian
As they have learned from their parents
But like the people of the village, like the people of the village
The language of Uncle Cane

Come back to life, Uncle Cane
With a cane if you need it
For you must return to Valencia

Uncle Cane, Uncle Cane, you don't have the keys to your house
Put a new lock on it because you still have time today
Uncle Cane, Uncle Cane, you don't have the keys to your house
Put a new lock on it because you still have time today