Brams — Quan Surt el Sol song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quan Surt el Sol" by Brams.
Lyrics
Sec sota el porxo vell
A aixopluc de l’aiguat que cau
I a la terra el tempir fa bona olor
Veig que un tros més enllà
Un veí treu el cap
S’ho mira, somriu i em veu i ens saludem
Plou per tot arreu
Sens distingir quin camp és de qui
Sembla que està a punt d’afluixar
I la natura la feina atura
I l’ocellam desvetlla el camp
I certifica que el cel s’estripa
Quan surt el sol, surt per tothom
Sense preguntes ni privilegis
Així de natural és
La societat que pretenem
Nits a la llar de foc
Explicant contes als menuts
Que havíem sentit a l’avi allà mateix
Ve el veí a fer el cafè
I diu que es veu que hi ha nous veïns
D’una terra llunyana que ara és un erm
El vent de migjorn
Que va fer ahir els ha dut fins aquí
A l’endemà els anirem a donar
La benvinguda, i si cal ajuda
Per fer a poc a poc una llar de foc
On contar rondalles a la canalla
Sec sota el porxo vell
A aixopluc de l’aiguat que cau
Aquesta terra és nostra però el món és de tots
Lyrics translation
Dry under the porch old
To shelter from the heavy rain that falls
And the earth the tempir does smell good
I see that a piece beyond
A neighbor removes the head
Sees it, he smiles and sees me and we salute you
It rains everywhere
Without distinguishing which field is the one who
It seems that is about to loosen
And the nature of the work stop
And the ocellam reveals the field
And certifies that the sky rips
When the sun rises, rises for everyone
Without questions or privileges
So it is natural to
The society that we intend to
Nights in the fireplace
Telling stories to children
We had heard the grandfather right there
Comes the neighbor to make the coffee
And it says that it can be seen that there are new neighbors
Of a land far away in what is now a wasteland
The wind of the north
That was done yesterday has led them up here
The next day the go to give
Welcome, and if you need help
To make slowly a fireplace
Where the telling of fables to the children
Dry under the porch old
To shelter from the heavy rain that falls
This land is ours but the world is all