Joan Manuel Serrat — Els Vells Amants song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Els Vells Amants" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Els seus cabells el temps ha tornat blancs
Les seves mans, nervioses i arrugades
Els seus cabells el temps ha tornat blancs
I un xic més trista la seva mirada
S’estimen com jo voldria ser estimat
(si els costums que segueixo ho permeten)
S’estimen com jo voldria ser estimat
Quan la esperança comenci a estar seca
I s’agafen les mans
Els vells amants
I recorden, com ahir
Les flors que van collir
I s’agafen les mans
Els vells amants
Es miren i ho saben tot
No els cal dir res, cap mot
On els vells viuen es va aturar el temps
Amb el retrat que a la pared penja
On els vells viuen es va aturar el temps
Després que es varem casar aquell diumenge
La ràdio antiga i el rellotge gran
I el cobretaula carregat de randes
La ràdio antiga i el rellotge gran
Que encara sona d’hora en hora amb mandra
I s’agafen les mans
Els vells amants
I es bressolen cada nit
Com dos infants petits
I s’agafen les mans
Els vells amants
I es pregunten: «Estàs bé?
Avui no et fa mal res???»
I per Sant Jordi ell li compra una rosa
Embolicada amb paper de plata
I per Sant Jordi ell li compra una rosa
Mai no ha oblidat aquesta data…
I pels carrers s’han perdut els amants
No tenen por, no tenen pressa
I pels carrers s’han perdut els amants
Amb una flor i la seva tendressa…
Lyrics translation
His hair has long turned white
His hands, nervous and arrugades
His hair has long turned white
And a bit more sad, the look in his eyes
Love each other as I would like to be loved
(if the customs that I continue to allow it)
Love each other as I would like to be loved
When the hope begins to be dry
And grab the hands
The lovers of old
And remember, like yesterday
The flowers that were harvested
And grab the hands
The lovers of old
Look and they know it all
They don't have to say anything, any word
Where the old live was stop the time
With the portrait that the pareta hangs
Where the old live was stop the time
After that we were married that Sunday
The radio is old and the clock is great
And the cobretaula loaded randes
The radio is old and the clock is great
That still sounds early in time with laziness
And grab the hands
The lovers of old
And bressolen every night
As two young children
And grab the hands
The lovers of old
And they ask: "are You ok?
Today, you will not hurt anything???»
And for Saint George's day he buys a rose
Wrapped with paper silver
And for Saint George's day he buys a rose
He has never forgotten this date…
And the streets have been lost the lovers
Have No fear, no hurry
And the streets have been lost the lovers
With a flower and its tendressa…