Ones que banyen asfaltAbocadors amb gavinesLes cases omplen els campsI els estranys ens compren l'illa
Pobre camp!Tan trist i tan tot sol com t'has quedatPer golfs i agroturismes enterratAmb gent que no te viu i fuig de pressa
Pobre camp!Solcat de carreteres per frissarFlorit de cotxos, motos i autocarsModern, urbanitzat i els fruits en terra
Ciutat!Que dura i poc amiga t'has tornatAmb tan poquetes flors en els terratsAmb gent que mai no riu i va de pressa
Ciutat!Vestida de ciment i pla mirallAmb llum que sols disfressen desencantsAmb tan poquets jardins i sense gespa
Mariners!No hi ha carrers més blaus que els de la marNi una escalfor més dolça que aquest solNi cases més polides que les barques
Mariners!Els crits de les gavines per bressolLes veles i les algues per llençolsUn rellotge de llum, xarxes de plata
Waves that bathe asphalt
Dumps with seagulls
Houses fill the fields
And strangers buy our island
Poor countryside!
So sad and so alone as you have remained
Buried in golf courses and agrotourisms
With people who don't laugh and go quickly
Poor countryside!
Furrowed with roads to scurry along
Flowered with cars, motorbikes and coaches
Modern, urbanized and the fruits on the ground
City!
How hard and unfriendly you have become
With so few flowers on the roofs
With people who never laugh and go quickly
City!
Dressed in cement and a mirror surface
With light that only disguises disappointments
With so few gardens and no lawn
Sailors!
There are no streets bluer than those of the sea
Not a warmth sweeter than this sun
No houses more beautiful than boats
Sailors!
The cries of seagulls for a cradle
Sails and seaweed for sheets
A clock of light, silver nets
Dumps with seagulls
Houses fill the fields
And strangers buy our island
Poor countryside!
So sad and so alone as you have remained
Buried in golf courses and agrotourisms
With people who don't laugh and go quickly
Poor countryside!
Furrowed with roads to scurry along
Flowered with cars, motorbikes and coaches
Modern, urbanized and the fruits on the ground
City!
How hard and unfriendly you have become
With so few flowers on the roofs
With people who never laugh and go quickly
City!
Dressed in cement and a mirror surface
With light that only disguises disappointments
With so few gardens and no lawn
Sailors!
There are no streets bluer than those of the sea
Not a warmth sweeter than this sun
No houses more beautiful than boats
Sailors!
The cries of seagulls for a cradle
Sails and seaweed for sheets
A clock of light, silver nets
Mariners!
No hi ha carrers més blaus que els de la marNi una escalfor més dolça que aquest solNi cases més polides que les barques.
Sailors!
There are no streets bluer than those of the sea
Not a warmth sweeter than this sun
No houses more beautiful than boats.
There are no streets bluer than those of the sea
Not a warmth sweeter than this sun
No houses more beautiful than boats.
Música Nostra
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