Текст и перевод песни Marc Parrot - Què Volen Aquesta Gent

Què Volen Aquesta Gent

De matinada han trucat,
Són al replà de l'escala;
La mare quan surt a obrir
Porta la bata posada.

Què volen aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada?

"El seu fill, que no és aquí?"
"N'és adormit a la cambra.
Què li volen al meu fill?"
El fill mig es desvetllava.

La mare ben poc en sap,
De totes les esperances
Del seu fill estudiant,
Que ben compromès n'estava.

Dies fa que parla poc
I cada nit s'agitava.
Li venia un tremolor
Tement un truc a trenc d'alba.

Encara no ben despert
Ja sent viva la trucada,
I es llença pel finestral,
A l'asfalt d'una volada.

Els que truquen resten muts,
Menys un d'ells, potser el que mana,
Que s'inclina pel finestral.
Darrere xiscla la mare.

De matinada han trucat,
La llei una hora assenyala.
Ara l'estudiant és mort,
N'és mort d'un truc a trenc d'alba.

What Do These People Want

They called in the morning,
They are on the landing of the stairs;
When my mother goes to open the door
She is wearing her dressing gown.

What do these people want
Calling in the morning?

"Your son, who is not here?"
"He's asleep in his room.
What do you want with my son?"
The son was half awake.

The mother knows very little
About all the hopes
Of her student son,
Who was very compromised.

For days he has spoken little
And every night he was agitated.
A tremor came over him
Fearing a call at dawn.

Not yet fully awake
He already feels the call,
And he throws himself out the window,
Flew to the asphalt.

Those who call remain silent,
Except one of them, perhaps the leader,
Who leans out the window.
Behind, the mother screams.

They called in the morning,
The law makes an hour.
Now the student is dead,
He died from a call at dawn.