Текст и перевод песни Maria del Mar Bonet - La cadernera

La cadernera

Anant cap a les hortes les bardisses
Són fresques com la rosa primerenca,
Quan s′alça el sol novell de primavera
S'escolten tots els cants de cadernera.

Perfum de murta tendra i de donzell
Des d′on seguies, saltant, el verderol;
La fulla de llorer a l'alba clara
De gotetes de plata era pintada.

Mai més no cantaràs la cadernera
De les bardisses fresques de rosada.
No cantaràs mai més, no cantaràs.
Del camí l'alegria se n′és anada.

I tu cantaves cuejant alegre
Acaçant el pinçà de mata en mata.
Fins que un dia de negra malaüra
De l′home en l'engany ets caiguda.

I t′ha tancat a una presó de canya.
Que canta i fa alegria, diu la mestressa,
Que no coneix el teu dolor de cor:
Hi ha gent que riu on no hi ha més que plor.

Mai més no cantaràs la cadernera
De les bardisses fresques de rosada.
No cantaràs mai més, no cantaràs.
Del camí l'alegria se n′és anada.

The Goldfinch

Up beyond the gardens, the hedges
Are as fresh as the early blooming rose,
When the new sun of spring rises
All the songs of the goldfinch are heard.

Perfume of tender myrtle and maidenhair fern,
From where you followed, leaping, the greenfinch;
The bay leaf at the clear dawn
Was painted with silver drops.

Never again will you sing, the goldfinch
Of the hedges fresh with dew.
You'll never sing again, you'll never sing.
From the path, the joy has gone.

And you sang, plucking the cheerful
Chasing the chaffinch from bush to bush.
Until one day of black misfortune
In man's deceit, you fell.

And he has locked you in a prison made of cane.
That sings and brings joy, says the mistress,
Who does not know your heartache:
There are people who laugh where there is nothing but crying.

Never again will you sing, the goldfinch
Of the hedges fresh with dew.
You'll never sing again, you'll never sing.
From the path, the joy has gone.