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Ella em va estimar tant...
Jo me l’estimo encara.
Plegats vam travessar
una porta tancada.
Ella, com us ho podré dir,
era tot el meu món, llavors
quan en la llar cremàvem
només paraules d’amor...
Paraules d’amor senzilles i tendres.
No en sabíem més, teníem quinze anys.
No havíem tingut massa temps per aprendre’n,
tot just despertàvem del son dels infants.
En teníem prou amb tres frases fetes
que havíem après d’antics comediants.
D’històries d’amor, somnis de poetes,
no en sabíem més, teníem quinze anys...
Ella qui sap on és,
ella qui sap on para.
La vaig perdre i mai més
he tornat a trobar-la.
Però sovint en fer-se fosc,
de lluny m’arriba una cançó.
Velles notes, vells acords,
velles paraules d’amor...
Paraules d’amor senzilles i tendres.
No en sabíem més, teníem quinze anys.
No havíem tingut massa temps per aprendre’n,
tot just despertàvem del son dels infants.
En teníem prou amb tres frases fetes
que havíem après d’antics comediants.
D’històries d’amor, somnis de poetes,
no en sabíem més, teníem quinze anys...
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She loved me so very much...
I love her still and ever.
The door that had been shut,
We went through it together.
She was... how can I say it right?
She was all things that I thought of
When we burned in the fireplace
Nothing but old words of love...
Simple words of love, full of tender yearning.
They were all we knew, we were just fifteen.
We’d not had enough time for growing and learning,
We were barely waking from our childhood dream.
All we needed was some trite old expressions
We’d heard actors speak in a courtship scene.
Some tales of romance, some poet’s obsessions,
They were all we knew, we were just fifteen.
Who knows where she is now?
Who knows where fate has bound her?
I lost her and then somehow
Never again have found her.
But oftentimes when it grows dark
A song comes to me from afar.
Old notes, old chords remind me of
Those simple old words of love...
Simple words of love, full of tender yearning.
They were all we knew, we were just fifteen.
We’d not had enough time for growing and learning,
We were barely waking from our childhood dream.
All we needed was some trite old expressions
We’d heard actors speak in a courtship scene.
Some tales of romance, some poet’s obsessions,
They were all we knew, we were just fifteen.
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