Joan Manuel Serrat — Salam Rashid song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Salam Rashid" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
T’ho havien dit
Allà baix a la terra dels teus pares
T’ho havien dit
Que Europa era molt gran, per això hi anares
Des del gran Sud
On l’ombra de les palmeres és dolça
I l’aigua dels rius
Camina de puntetes, cautelosa
T’ho havien dit
De nit les passes lentes de les dunes
T’ho havien dit
Que el desert es va fent gran a mesura
Que els rics del Nord
Hi trenquen els seus rellotges de sorra
A contracor
I tu només tenies ganes de córrer
¿Què hi fas, Rashid, perdut a la frontissa
D’un Nord poruc i un Sud que es desespera?
T’han estripat l’honor i la camisa
I un cop aquí no tornaràs enrera
Pell de color de dàtil o de sutge
Que sempre està fent cua a Laietana
No ets innocent sigui qui sigui el jutge
Ets el pecat, el camell, la fulana
Dècim trencat, propina d’urinari
Ets tot allò que el fariseu rebutja
Trinca la creu i puja al teu calvari
Salam Rashid
Ja ni saps quant
Fa que camines per ciutats llogades
Arrossegant
La sensació que a tot arreu sobraves
Et coneixem
Ets carn de soterrani i de conquesta
La falca justa perquè
No trontolli la taula de la festa
Bulls al perol
Somnis del Sud contra la incerta ràbia
De morir sol
Volies volar, i Europa és una gàbia
I vas perdent
A poc a poc records per les voreres
Feixugament
Però et sents viu i esperes com les feres
El món es mou pels qui com tu caminen
Més del que volen. Mà d’obra barata
Sobrevivents de presons i pallisses
Que han decidit que els guiïn les sabates
Demà per tu somriurà la Mona Lisa
Faràs servir el Louvre de nevera
Les catedrals alternaran la missa
Amb l’Alcorà i les danses barbaresques
Però mentrestant Europa va fent d’esma
Ha embolicat les porres amb banderes
I a tu et reserva un jardí del Maresme
Salam Rashid
Lyrics translation
You had said
Down there in the land of your fathers
You had said
Europe was very great, for this reason there anares
From the great South
Where the shade of the palm trees is sweet
And the water of the rivers
Walks on tiptoe, cautious
You had said
At night the steps are slow in the dunes
You had said
That the desert was doing great as
That the rich of the North
There tear their watches sand
Reluctantly
And you only had the desire to run
What are you, Rashid, lost in the hinge
A North scared and a South that is desperate?
You have torn the honour and the shirt
And once you are here so you won't back
Skin color dàtil or soot
That is always queuing at Laietana
You're not innocent is who is the judge
You are the sin, the camel, the fulana
Paid broken, tip of the urinary
You are everything that the pharisee rejects
Altogether the cross and climb to your calvary
Salam Rashid
Already nor do you know how much
Makes you long for cities leased
Dragging
The feeling that everywhere sobraves
You know
You meat of the basement and conquest
The crib just because
Not up the table of the feast
Bulls in the kettle
Dreams of the South against the uncertain rage
Dying sun
You wanted to fly, and Europe is a cage
And you lose
Little by little memories, the sidewalks
Awkwardly
But you feel alive and waiting as the wild animals
The world moves for those who like you are walking
Most of what they want to. Cheap labor
Surviving prisons and beatings
You have decided that the guide shoes
Tomorrow for you smile the Mona Lisa
Going to use the Louvre refrigerator
The cathedrals rotate the mass
With the qur'an and the dances barbaresques
But in the meantime Europe was doing mechanically
Has wrapped up the porres with flags
And you will reserve a garden of the Maresme
Salam Rashid