| EL MEU COR A DALT D’UN ARBRE (MY HEART, UP IN A TREE) |
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Lyrics: Agustí Bartra Music: Miquel Pujadó
My heart, up in a tree
Awaits the lilacs. The sun comes with its sword And dress cap. Four hawks bear the train Of its rose garden cape. The nightingale has lost Its navigation chart, And two lovers share The handkerchief for crying. My heart… Neither sun nor moon know Where lilacs can be found. I see signs and omens Written upon my treshold. And contrary winds pass After sleep among the reeds, Sluggish from such battle They do not think of lilacs. My heart… Streets and paths run by. They do no think of lilacs. They are taken by the frenzy Of stopping off and arriving. From my wintertime of iron, As I lay leveled in bed, My soul needs you, Oh lilacs, lilacs, lilacs. (…) Heart, the spring is coming, The joy of lilacs comes, Again you can jump to the ground And follow behind as you whistle. I brandish the lilacs high in the air! Joy fable of the lilacs! The sound of bells. Fountains. Astounded light, And destiny is not chance. |
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