Lyrics of L'Estaca - Lluís Llach

L'Estaca (original)

L’avi Siset em parlava de bon matí al portal
mentre el sol esperàvem i els carros vèiem passar.
Siset, que no veus l’estaca on estem tots lligats?
Si no podem desfer-nos-en mai no podrem caminar!
Si estirem tots, ella caurà i molt de temps no pot durar.
Segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, ben corcada deu ser ja.
Si jo l’estiro fort per aquí i tu l’estires fort per allà,
segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, i ens podrem alliberar.
Però, Siset, fa molt temps ja, les mans se’m van escorxant,
i quan la força se me’n va ella és més ampla i més gran.
Ben cert sé que està podrida però és que, Siset, pesa tant,
que a cops la força m’oblida.
Torna’m a dir el teu cant:
Si estirem tots, ella caurà i molt de temps no pot durar.
Segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, ben corcada deu ser ja.
Si jo l’estiro fort per aquí i tu l’estires fort per allà,
segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, i ens podrem alliberar.
L’avi Siset ja no diu res, mal vent que se l’emporta,
ell qui sap cap a quin indret i jo a sota el portal.
I mentre passen els nous vailets estiro el coll per cantar
el darrer cant d’en Siset, el darrer que em va ensenyar.
Si estirem tots, ella caurà i molt de temps no pot durar.
Segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, ben corcada deu ser ja.
Si jo l’estiro fort per aquí i tu l’estires fort per allà,
segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, i ens podrem alliberar.

(translation)

Grandpa Siset was talking to me early in the morning at the portal
while we waited for the sun and watched the chariots pass by.
Sixth, don't you see the stake where we're all tied up?
If we can't get rid of it, we'll never be able to walk!
If we all stretch, she will fall and it won't last long.
Surely tomb, tomb, tomb, well corcada must be already.
If I pull it hard here and you pull it hard there,
surely it falls, falls, falls, and we can free ourselves.
But, Siset, a long time ago, my hands were peeling,
and when the force is gone, it is wider and larger.
I know she's rotten, but Siset weighs so much.
that sometimes strength forgets me.
Tell me your song again:
If we all stretch, she will fall and it won't last long.
Surely tomb, tomb, tomb, well corcada must be already.
If I pull it hard here and you pull it hard there,
surely it falls, falls, falls, and we can free ourselves.
Grandpa Siset no longer says anything, bad wind blows away,
he who knows to what place and I under the portal.
And as the new vailets pass, I stretch my neck to sing
Siset's last song, the last one he taught me.
If we all stretch, she will fall and it won't last long.
Surely tomb, tomb, tomb, well corcada must be already.
If I pull it hard here and you pull it hard there,
surely it falls, falls, falls, and we can free ourselves.