Joan Manuel Serrat — Fa Vint Anys Que Tinc Vint Anys song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fa Vint Anys Que Tinc Vint Anys" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Ara que tinc vint anys,
ara que encara tinc força,
que no tinc l'ànima morta,
i em sento bullir la sang.
Ara que em sento capaç,
de cantar si un altre canta.
Avui que encara tinc veu
i encara puc creure en déus…
Vull cantar a les pedres, la terra, l’aigua,
al blat i al camí, que vaig trepitjant.
A la nit, al cel, a aquest mar tan nostre,
i al vent que al matí ve a besar-me el rostre.
Vull alçar la veu, per una tempesta,
per un raig de sol;
o pel rossinyol, que ha de cantar al vespre.
Ara que tinc vint anys,
ara que encara tinc força,
que no tinc l'ànima morta,
i em sento bullir la sang.
Ara que tinc vint anys,
avui que el cor se m’embala,
per un moment d’estimar,
o en veure un infant plorar…
Vull cantar a l’amor. Al primer. Al darrer.
Al que et fa patir. Al que vius un dia.
Vull plorar amb aquells que es troben tots sols.
Sense cap amor van passant pel món.
Vull alçar la veu, per cantar als homes,
que han nascut dempeus,
que viuen dempeus,
i que dempeus moren.
Vull i vull i vull cantar.
Avui que encara tinc veu.
Qui sap si podré demà.
Però avui només tinc vint anys.
Avui encara tinc força,
i no tinc l'ànima morta,
i em sento bullir la sang…
Lyrics translation
Now that I have twenty years,
now that I still have strength,
I don't have the soul dead,
and I feel your blood boil.
Now that I feel able to,
sing if another sings.
Today that I still have a voice
and I can still believe in gods…
I want to sing to the stones, the earth, the water,
the wheat and the road, that I was stepping on.
At night, in the sky, this sea that is so our,
and the wind in the morning comes to kiss my face.
I want to raise the voice, by a storm,
for a ray of sunshine;
or by the nightingale, who has to sing in the evening.
Now that I have twenty years,
now that I still have strength,
I don't have the soul dead,
and I feel your blood boil.
Now that I have twenty years,
today that heart I packed,
for a moment of love,
or see a child cry…
I want to sing to the love. The first. The last.
The one that makes you suffer. To you live one day.
I want to cry with those who are all alone.
Without any love were passing by the world.
I want to raise the voice, to sing to the men,
born standing up,
living standing,
and that standing die.
I want and I want and I want to sing.
Today that I still have a voice.
Who knows if I'll be able to tomorrow.
But today I have only twenty years.
Today I still have strength,
and I don't have the soul dead,
and I feel your blood boil…