Lyrics of Com un Puny - Raimon

Com un Puny (original)

Quan tu te’n vas al teu país d’Itàlia
I jo ben sol em quede a Maragall
Aquest carrer que mai no ens ha fet gràcia
Se’m torna el lloc d’un gris inútil ball
Ausiàs March em ve a la memòria
El seu vell cant, de cop, se m’aclareix
A casa, sol, immers en la cabòria
Del meu desig de tu que és gran i creix:
«Plagués a déu que mon pensar fos mort
E que passàs ma vida en dorment»
Entenc molt bé, desgraciada sort
L'última arrel d’aquest trist pensament
El seu perquè atàvic, jove, fort
Jo sent en mi, corprès, profundament
Al llit tan gran d’italiana mida
Passe les nits sentint la teua absència
No dorm qui vol ni és d’oblit la vida
Amor, amor, és dura la sentència
Quan tu te’n vas al teu país d’Itàlia
El dolor ve a fer-me companyia
I no se’n va, que creix en sa llargària
Despert de nit somou, somort, de dia
Em passa això i tantes altres coses
Sentint-me sol que és sentir-te lluny;
Ho veig molt clar quan fa ja cent vint hores
Que compte el temps que lentament s’esmuny
Vindrà el teu cos que suaument em poses
En el meu cos quan ens sentim ben junts
I floriran millor que mai les roses:
A poc a poc ens clourem com un puny

(translation)

When you go to your country of Italy
And I stay alone in Maragall
This street that has never been funny to us
The place of a gray pointless dance returns to me
Ausiàs March comes to mind
His old song, suddenly, becomes clear to me
At home, alone, immersed in the sun
Of my desire for you that is great and growing:
"I wish to God that I thought he was dead
And that I spent my life sleeping"
I understand very well, poor luck
The last root of this sad thought
His because atavistic, young, strong
I feel in me, embodied, deeply
In the big bed of Italian size
I spend the nights feeling your absence
He does not sleep who wants to, nor is life forgotten
Love, love, the sentence is harsh
When you go to your country of Italy
Pain comes to keep me company
And it doesn't go away, it grows in its length
Awake at night, sleepy, by day
This and so many other things happen to me
Feeling lonely is feeling far away;
I can see it very clearly when it is already one hundred and twenty hours ago
Count the time that slowly slips away
Your body will come that you gently put on me
In my body when we feel good together
And roses will bloom better than ever:
Little by little we close like a fist