Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nikita I Estelis, artist - L'Ham de Foc. Album song U, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Record label: Sonifolk
Song language: Catalan
Nikita I Estelis(original) |
Amics inseparables, el pati era el món al qual ens retrobàvem |
Només els jocs, les baralles i somriures em queden d’aquell temps |
A prop tenia el poble un riu turbi pel que endinsàvem els vaixellsque s’enduien |
les aigües amb els seus corrents |
Durant molts anys Nikita treballà per fer fortuna lluny de sa terra |
Passat el temps la foscor d’aquella vida negres deixà els seus ulls |
Al seu amic fa temps que no el veuen, diuen que un dia se’n va anar |
El perseguia la Vida, duia davant la Mort |
Amics inseparables fins que el destral de la vida els separa |
Per a Nikita, fadrí, aquelles hores comencen a pesar |
I a les nits que porten malenconia la llar encesa ni hi fa prou, |
no basten per abrigar-lo unes monedes d’or |
Quan la dolor no et deixe caminar segur que encara estaré esperant-te |
Baix l’olivera on les ombres són humides desesperat vindràs |
Encara faig milers de viatges d’una vora a l’altra del riu |
Si vols creuar jo t’ajude, sóc de la Mort barquer |
(translation) |
Inseparable friends, the courtyard was the world we met in |
Only games, fights and smiles are left for me |
The village was surrounded by a murky river, so we took in the boats that were being taken away |
the waters with their currents |
For many years Nikita worked to make a fortune away from her homeland |
Over time, the darkness of that black life left his eyes |
They haven't seen their friend in a long time, they say that one day he left |
He was pursued by Life, led by Death |
Inseparable friends until the ax of life separates them |
For Nikita, godfather, those hours are beginning to weigh |
And on nights of melancholy, the lighted house is not enough. |
not enough gold coins to cover him |
When the pain doesn't let you walk I'm sure I'll still be waiting for you |
Under the olive tree where the shadows are wet you will come desperately |
I still make thousands of trips across the river |
If you want to cross, I'll help you, I'm a Death Boatman |