PALMA N'ÉS LLUNYANA, SÓC LLUNY DELS CARRERS...

Last hours on the island. Last farewells, wishes of good luck and health and, not having left yet, there is already a desire to return.

With Mallorca always in her heart, The Grandma flies to Marselha, where she will meet Joseph de Ca'th Lon and Claire Fontaine next weekend, knowing that those of them who have half Catalan and half Mallorcan hearts will always have Mercè and her beach.

Mercè
Palma n'és llunyana
Sóc lluny dels carrers
Lluny dels ametllers
I d'aquells carrers que clou la murada
Que clou la murada

Mercè
Lluny del teu esguard
Lluny del teu esguard
I del vent tranquil
I del vent tranquil
De la casa clara
De la casa clara

Lluny d'aquells terrats
Lluny d'aquells terrats
On els gorrions s'estimen i canten
I les monges estenen
Els pecats del món i la roba blanca
I la roba blanca

I un frare balla
I un frare balla
Arran de teulada
Esperant prendre el vol
Cap al cel tan blau
Cap al cel tan blau
Faldilles enlaire
Faldilles enlaire

Mercè
Taronges i flors
Taronges i flors damunt de la taula
Les gavines t'acompanyin
El lent caminar cap a l'hora baixa

Sempre tornaré
A la nostra platja
Les ones no em deixen, mumare
Allunyar-me'n massa
Allunyar-me'n massa

Mercè, Mercè, Mercè
Mercè

 

Mercè
Palma is far away
I am far from the streets
Far from the almond trees
And from those streets that close the wall
That close the wall

Mercè
Far from your gaze
Far from your gaze
And from the calm wind
And from the calm wind
From the clear house
From the clear house

Far from those rooftops
Far from those rooftops
Where the sparrows love and sing
And the nuns spread
The sins of the world and the white clothes
And the white clothes

And a monk dances
And a monk dances
Arrival from the roof
Waiting to take flight
Towards the sky so blue
Towards the sky so blue
Skirts in the air
Skirts in the air

Mercè
Oranges and flowers
Oranges and flowers on the table
May the seagulls accompany you
The slow walk towards sunset

I will always return
To our beach
The waves they won't let me, my mother
Too far away
Too far away

Mercè, Mercè, Mercè
Mercè

Sempre tornaré
A la nostra platja
Les ones no em deixen, mumare
Allunyar-me'n massa.

I will always return
To our beach
The waves they won't let me, my mother
Too far away

 Maria del Mar Bonet