Текст и перевод песни Judit Neddermann - Fal·làcia d'amant

Fal·làcia d'amant

Ploraràs al adonar-te
Que aquell aire que ella et dava
Aquell aire, era la vida
Ploraràs plè d′enyorança, el seu fer foll
Que a aquella edat tu censuraves
Ploraràs la ingrevidesa de sa dansa
De peus antics, de polca nua

Ploraràs la menudesa de sa veu
I ploraràs amb plor de gran
Si sa mirada no t'acusa
Quan plorava, pensaràs
Era goig l′ànima infesta
Si el seu abraç n'era el sedant

Ploraràs, ploraràs fidel amant
Ploraràs, ploraràs
Ploraràs de por i de ràbia
Per haver invocat coratje

Quan calia sols ser amant
Sense espasa ni escudan-te
D'un deliri assetjador
Que fins veies en somriures
Esverats temptant favors

Potser hi ha oblit d′hores d′insòlits
Potser hi ha oblit pel frenesí
Oblit del gust de quan tot juga
De quan el seny perd tot sentit

Però aquest plor que ja s'impera
Té bon recer, és exaltant
Com sobirà dins el seu regne
S′otorga estançes i esdevé vital

Ploraràs sota el seu setge
Gestes on vas ser sever
Creien-te farsa acomodada
Creien-te a tu mateix valent

Era sospita de feblesa
I insistires en fingir
Eren maldestres ses paraules
I t'havies d′encobrir

Ploraràs ja sense vida
Doncs l'alè has refusat
I et semblarà una gran fal.làcia
No ser imprudent, fidel amant

Mistress's fallacy

You will cry when you realize
That that air that she gave you
That air, it was life
You will cry full of longing, her crazy way
That at that age you criticized
You will cry for the lightness of her dance
Of ancient feet, of naked polka

You will cry for the delicacy of her voice
And you will cry with tears of an adult
If her gaze does not accuse you
When she cried, you will think
It was joy, the infested soul
If her embrace was its sedative

You will cry, you will cry, faithful lover
You will cry, you will cry
You will cry with fear and rage
For invoking the courage

When you just had to be a lover
Without a sword or a shield
From an obsessive delirium
That even makes you see in smiles
Shades trying favors

Perhaps there is forgiveness of unusual hours
Perhaps there is forgiveness for the frenzy
Forgiveness of the taste when everything plays
Of when reason loses all sense

But this cry already imperious
Has a good shelter, is exhilarating
Like a sovereign within its realm
It grants itself rooms and becomes vital

You will cry under its siege
Gestures where you were strict
Believing yourself to be acting comfortably
Believing yourself brave

It was a suspicion of weakness
And you insisted on pretending
Her words were clumsy
And you had to hide

You will cry with no life left
For you have refused the breath
And it will seem to you a great fallacy
To not be imprudent, faithful lover