
Date of issue: 20.10.2013
Song language: Catalan
Ara o Mai(original) |
Sempre he pensat, |
que tard o d´hora, |
arribaria aquell moment, |
en que tu i jo ens podriem dir les coses, |
que hauriem d’haver dit fa temps. |
T´he somiat, |
i encara em sento, |
somiant despert quan hi ets, |
però cada cop que vull tocar-lo, |
el somni desapareix, |
i no puc seguir esperant. |
Podràs guardar un record, |
d’allò que ja no tens, |
però del que no ha passat, |
no en queda res, |
i és ara o mai, |
perque ara hi ha algú nou, |
que m’ha parlat d’amor, |
i sento que el meu cor es trenca en dos. |
Com una flor que es va marcint, |
mentre el temps ens va passant, |
aquests moments han anat fonent-se, |
i pot ser que tornin mai. |
Si algú dels dos obrís la porta, |
si almenys haguessim fet un pas, |
potser que avui podria dir-te, |
si això comença o ha acabat, |
però no puc seguir esperant. |
Podràs guardar un record, |
d’allò que ja no tens, |
però del que no ha passat, |
no en queda res, |
i és ara o mai, |
perque ara hi ha algú nou, |
que m’ha parlat d’amor, |
i sento que el meu cor es trenca en dos, |
i és ara o mai, |
ja no hi haurà una altra oportunitat, |
perdrem l’amor que no hem trobat. |
Podràs guardar un record, |
d’allò que ja no tens, |
però del que no ha passat, |
no en queda res, |
i és ara o mai, |
perque ara hi ha algú nou, |
que m’ha parlat d’amor, |
i sento que el meu cor es trenca en dos, |
es trenca en dos. |
(Gracias a Mireia por esta letra) |
(translation) |
I always thought, |
that sooner or later |
that time would come |
that you and I could tell each other things, |
which we should have said a long time ago. |
I dreamed of you |
and i still feel |
daydreaming when you're there, |
but every time i want to touch it, |
the dream disappears, |
and I can't wait any longer. |
You will be able to save a memory, |
of what you no longer have, |
but of what has not happened, |
there is nothing left, |
and it's now or never |
because now there's someone new, |
who told me about love, |
and I feel my heart break in two. |
Like a withering flower, |
while time passes us by, |
these moments have been melting away, |
and they may never come back. |
If either of us opened the door, |
if we had at least taken a step, |
maybe today i could tell you |
if this starts or has finished, |
but I can't keep waiting. |
You will be able to save a memory, |
of what you no longer have, |
but of what has not happened, |
there is nothing left, |
and it's now or never |
because now there's someone new, |
who told me about love, |
and I feel my heart break in two, |
and it's now or never |
there won't be another chance, |
we will lose the love we have not found. |
You will be able to save a memory, |
of what you no longer have, |
but of what has not happened, |
there is nothing left, |
and it's now or never |
because now there's someone new, |
who told me about love, |
and I feel my heart break in two, |
it breaks in two. |
(Thanks to Mireia for this letter) |