Текст и перевод песни Zoo - Diània

Diània

No ens arriben els cants, hauran mort al poeta
Campanes toquen a mort

I ara anem seguint camins
De mar i cel
El blau als cims
El so del vent
Plaers divins, país Diània

Un plor morisc
Que duc ben dins
Paint la fi
Quan cante jo i balla la muntanya

On els bandolers amaguen coses
Que contaven sols a les raboses
Udolaven llops per Malafi
Gaudint les valls en les nits mentiroses
Sentiu la calma, salmorra i vi
Sublim saleu la parla, andalusins
Colliu el fruit, unfleu el pit, pareu taula
Ronda una teulada la quarantamaula

I unes bubotes refrescant-se per les aigües del Pou Clar
Enriallades, sabent-se a casa
Carícies d'esbarzers, de llepó de bassa
Quan jo muiga no ploreu
Balleu a la plaça

I vindrà un temporal
I hauran mort al poeta
I vindran i diran
Ja no ens arriben el cants

Correrà riu avall
S'endurà cada lletra
I vindran i diran
Ara qui ens lleva esta fam?

S'ompli de lluna
La nit tancada de la vall
Les estrelles són fermall
La séquia un mirall
Que plany i canta un romanç
Dedicat als uelos que se'n van

Barrancs encantats
Serres foradades
Pintures ancestrals
Ballen les aixades
Si tots, com jo, marxem
A la ciutat
Qui parlarà amb les oliveres
Mil·lenàries?

Lluny de les platges
I els titans de formigó
Respira el món a les valls de l'interior
Als vells dominis
Del moro dels ulls blaus
Les fonts conten rondalles
A rantelles i gripaus

Pau i amor per als que festegen
Les solsides
Que ploga bé
I no bade les collites
Que continuen estes terres ben vives
Les figues dolces i les flames adormides

I vindrà un temporal
I hauran mort al poeta
I vindran i diran
Ja no ens arriben el cants

Correrà riu avall
S'endurà cada lletra
I vindran i diran
Ara qui ens lleva esta fam?

I vindrà un temporal
I hauran mort al poeta
I vindran i diran
Ja no ens arriben el cants

Correrà riu avall
S'endurà cada lletra
I vindran i diran
Ara qui ens lleva esta fam?

Diània

We can no longer hear the songs, they must have killed the poet
Bells toll for the dead

We are now following paths
Of sea and sky
The blue of the peaks
The sound of the wind
Divine pleasures, Diània land

A Moorish cry
That I carry deep within me
I paint the end
When I sing and the mountain dances

Where bandits hide things
That they only told the foxes
Wolves howled in Malafi
Enjoying the valleys in the deceitful nights
Feel the calm, sea salt, and wine
Sublime speech, the Andalusians
Pluck the fruit, puff out your chest, set the table
A ghost moth circles around a roof

And some owls cooling off in the waters of the Pou Clar
Concealed, knowing they're home
Caresses of brambles, taste of the pond
When I die, don't cry
Dance in the square

And a storm will come
And they will have killed the poet
And they will come and say
We can no longer hear the songs

It will run down the river
It will carry away every letter
And they will come and say
Now who will quench this hunger?

It's filled with moonlight
The closed-in night of the valley
The stars are a clasp
The watercourse is a mirror
That laments and sings a ballad
Dedicated to the ancestors who carry on

Enchanted ravines
Ridges with holes
Ancestral paintings
Axes dance
If we all, like me, leave
For the city
Who will speak to the olive trees
Millennia-old?

Far from the beaches
And the concrete titans
The world breathes in the valleys of the interior
In the old domains
Of the Moor with the blue eyes
The fountains tell stories
To lace and toads

Peace and love for those who celebrate
The bonfires
May it rain well
And not harm the harvests
May these lands continue to thrive
The sweet figs and the sleeping flames

And a storm will come
And they will have killed the poet
And they will come and say
We can no longer hear the songs

It will run down the river
It will carry away every letter
And they will come and say
Now who will quench this hunger?

And a storm will come
And they will have killed the poet
And they will come and say
We can no longer hear the songs

It will run down the river
It will carry away every letter
And they will come and say
Now who will quench this hunger?