Anegats — Bales de palla song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bales de palla" by Anegats.
Lyrics
Què hi veus en aquets núvols? Que te diuen? Què dibuixen?
És com si una bruixa m’hagués embruixat!
Ametllers que treuen sa flor, pinten tot de blanc i
Lila… pero. espavila! que són flor efímera, i es vent
Se’ls endurà…
I es paisatge me transporta, i m’exhorta que no el deixi
De mirar…
I des del cel veig sembrats com fitxes de colors
I taques que són bales de palla
Tot emmarcat dins blau, la mar, com no!
Illa mediterrània com ninguna.
I me passa que ja no hi trob res millor
Lluny de casa he après a apreciar-ho
Quatre illes on la mar no és cap barrera
Això era, i no eren, ses Balears
Flanquejat per dues hermoses Pitiüses i una Menorca
Corona Mallorca, arxipèlag solejat
I orgullosos treuen es pit els illots que les custodien:
Sa Conillera, Sa Dragonera i també S’Espalmador
I quina olor de ximenees de poble, d’esperit noble
D’herència des demà
I des del cel veig sembrats com fitxes de colors
I taques que són bales de palla
Tot emmarcat dins blau, la mar, com no!
Illa mediterrània com ninguna.
I me passa que ja no hi trob res millor
Lluny de casa he après a apreciar-ho
Quatre illes on la mar no és cap barrera
Això era, i no eren, Ses Balears
Lyrics translation
What do you see in these clouds? That you say? What to draw?
It is as if a witch I had been bewitched!
Almond trees that get the sa flower, paint everything white and
Purple... but. espavila! that are flower is ephemeral, and it was windy
They blow them away…
And they landscape me carries it, and I claim that don't let
Look…
And from the sky I see strewn as chips of colors
And spots that are straw bales
All framed in blue, the sea, how not to!
Mediterranean island as ninguna.
And me happens it is no longer there I think, nothing better
Away from home, I've learned to appreciate it
Four islands where the sea is no barrier
This was, and were not, ses Balearic islands
Flanked by two beautiful Islands and Menorca
Crown Mallorca, an archipelago of sunny
And proud they are chest the islands that guard:
Sa Conillera, Sa Dragonera and also Salt.
And what is the smell of ximenees of the village, the spirit of noble
Inheritance from tomorrow
And from the sky I see strewn as chips of colors
And spots that are straw bales
All framed in blue, the sea, how not to!
Mediterranean island as ninguna.
And me happens it is no longer there I think, nothing better
Away from home, I've learned to appreciate it
Four islands where the sea is no barrier
This was, and were not, Ses Balearic islands