Текст и перевод песни Lluís Llach - A la taverna del mar

A la taverna del mar

A la taverna del mar hi seu un vell
Amb el cap blanquinós, deixat anar
Té el diari al davant perquè ningú no li fa companyia
Sap el menyspreu que els ulls tenen pel seu cos
Sap que el temps ha passat sense cap goig
Que ja no pot donar l′antiga frescor d'aquella bellesa que tenia
És vell, prou que ho sap; és vell, prou que ho nota
És vell, prou que ho sent cada instant que plora
És vell, i té temps, massa temps per a veure-ho
Era, era quan era ahir encara
Era, era quan era ahir encara
I se′n recorda del seny, el mentider
Com el seny que li va fer aquest infern
Quan a cada desig li deia, "demà tindràs temps encara"
I fa memòria del plaer que va negar
Cada albada de goig que es va frenar
Cada estona perduda que ara li fa escarni
Del cos llaurat pels anys
És vell, prou que ho sap; és vell, prou que ho nota
És vell, prou que ho sent cada instant que plora
És vell, i té temps, massa temps per a veure-ho
Era, era quan era ahir encara
Era, era quan era ahir encara
A la taverna del mar, hi seu un vell
Que, de tant recordar, tant somniar
S'ha quedat adormit damunt la taula
Damunt la taula

At the Tavern by the Sea

At the tavern by the sea an old man sits
With his little white head, grown weary
He has the newspaper in front of him because no one keeps him company
He knows the disdain that eyes have for his body
He knows that time has passed without joy
That he can no longer give the old freshness of the beauty that he had
He is old, he knows it well; he is old, he feels it well
He is old, he hears it every moment he cries
He is old, and he has time, too much time to see it
He was, oh he was as if it were yesterday
He was, oh he was as if it were yesterday
And he remembers the sense, the liar
Like the sense that made this hell for him
When it told him with every desire, tomorrow you will have time
And he thinks of the pleasure that he denied
Every dawn of joy that he held back
Every wasted moment that now taunts him
Of the body worn by the years
He is old, he knows it well; he is old, he feels it well
He is old, he hears it every moment he cries
He is old, and he has time, too much time to see it
He was, oh he was as if it were yesterday
He was, oh he was as if it were yesterday
At the tavern by the sea, an old man sits
And, of remembering and dreaming so much,
He has fallen asleep on the table
On the table