Al meu país la pluja no sap ploure:
o plou poc o plou massa;
si plou poc és la sequera,
si plou massa és la catàstrofe.
si plou poc és la sequera,
si plou massa és la catàstrofe.
Qui portarà la pluja a escola?
Qui li dirà com s'ha de ploure?
Al meu país la pluja no sap ploure.
No anirem mai més a escola.
Fora de parlar amb els de la teua edat
res no vares aprendre a escola.
Ni el nom dels arbres del teu paisatge,
ni el nom de les flors que veies,
ni el nom dels ocells del teu món,
ni la teua pròpia llengua.
A escola et robaven la memòria,
feien mentida del present.
La vida es quedava a la porta
mentre entràvem cadàvers de pocs anys.
Oblit del llamp, oblit del tro,
de la pluja i del bon temps,
oblit de món del treball i de l'estudi.
"Por el Imperio hacia dios"
des del carrer Blanc de Xàtiva.
Qui em rescabalarà dels meus anys
de desinformació i desmemòria?
Al meu país la pluja no sap ploure:
o plou poc o plou massa;
si plou poc és la sequera,
si plou massa és la catàstrofe.
Qui portarà la pluja a escola?
Qui li dirà com s'ha de ploure?
Al meu país la pluja no sap ploure.
In my country, the rain doesn't know how to rain:
it either rains too little or too much;
if it rains too little, it’s a drought,
if it rains too much, it’s a catastrophe.
Who will take the rain to school?
Who will tell it how it ought to rain?
In my country, the rain doesn't know how to rain.
We shall never go to school again.
Beyond talking to those your own age,
you learned nothing at school.
Not the names of the trees in your landscape,
nor the names of the flowers you saw,
nor the names of the birds in your world,
not even your own language.
At school, they stole your memory,
they turned the present into a lie.
Life was left at the door
as we enteredcorpses, only a few years old.
Forgetting the lightning, forgetting the thunder,
forgetting the rain and the fair weather,
forgetting the world of work and study.
"For the Empire, towards God"
from Carrer Blanc in Xàtiva.
Who will compensate me for those years
of misinformation and lost memory?
In my country, the rain doesn't know how to rain:
it either rains too little or too much;
if it rains too little, it’s a drought,
if it rains too much, it’s a catastrophe.
Who will take the rain to school?
Who will tell it how it ought to rain?
In my country, the rain doesn't know how to rain.
Raimon
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Recordar no és només un acte d'estima,
sinó també de responsabilitat.
Remembering is not only an act of love.
It is also an act of responsibility.
