Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corrandes D’Exili, artist - Sílvia Pérez Cruz. Album song Granada, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 10.11.2014
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Catalan
Corrandes D’Exili(original) |
Una nit de lluna plena |
Tramuntàrem la carena |
Lentament, sense dir res… |
Si la lluna feia el ple |
També el féu la nostra pena |
L’estimada m’acompanya |
De pell bruna i aire greu |
(com una Mare de Déu |
Que han trobat a la muntanya) |
Perquè ens perdoni la guerra |
Que l’ensagna, que l’esguerra |
Abans de passar la ratlla |
M’ajec i beso la terra |
I l’acarona amb l’espatlla |
A Catalunya deixí |
El dia de ma partida |
Mitja vida condormida; |
L’altra meitat vingué amb mi |
Per no deixar-me sens vida |
Avui en terres de França |
I demà més lluny potser |
No em moriré d’enyorança |
Ans d’enyorança viuré |
En ma terra del Vallès |
Tres turons fan una serra |
Quatre pins un bosc espès |
Cinc quarteres massa terra |
«Com el Vallés no hi ha res.» |
Que els pins cenyeixin la cala |
L’ermita dalt del pujol; |
I a la plana un tenderol |
Que batega com una ala |
Una esperança desfeta |
Una recança infinita |
I una pàtria tan petita |
Que la somio completa |
(translation) |
A full moon night |
We climbed the ridge |
Slowly, without saying anything… |
If the moon was full |
So did our pity |
My sweetheart is with me |
Brown skin and serious air |
(as a Virgin Mary |
They have found in the mountains) |
May the war forgive us |
Let him bleed, let him fight |
Before crossing the line |
I lie down and kiss the ground |
And he caresses her shoulder |
I left Catalonia |
The day of my departure |
Sleeping half-life; |
The other half came with me |
Not to leave me lifeless |
Today in the lands of France |
And tomorrow further perhaps |
I will not die of longing |
I will live years of longing |
In my land of the Vallès |
Three hills make a mountain range |
Four pines a thick forest |
Five quarters too much land |
"Like the Vallés, there is nothing." |
Let the pines encircle the cove |
The hermitage on top of the hill; |
And on the plain a tenderol |
That flutters like a wing |
A broken hope |
An infinite reluctance |
And such a small homeland |
That complete dream |