Language: Catalan (Català)
pàtria del meu cor,
quan de tu s'allunya
d'enyorança es mor.
Hermosa vall, bressol de ma infantesa,
marges i rius, ermita al cel suspesa,
per sempre adéu!
Arpes del bosc, pinsans i caderneres,
jo dic plorant a boscos i riberes:
¿On trobaré tos sanitosos climes,
ton cel daurat?
Mes ai, mes ai! ¿on trobaré tes cimes,
Enlloc veuré, ciutat de Barcelona,
ta hermosa Seu,
ni eixos turons, joiells de la corona
que et posà Déu.
Adéu, germans: adéu-siau, mon pare,
no us veuré més!
Oh! si al fossar on jau ma dolça mare,
jo el llit tingués!
Oh mariners, lo vent que me'n desterra
que em fa sofrir!
Estic malalt, mes ai! tornau-me a terra,
que hi vull morir!
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- ENG English (Victor Lopez Diaz) , title 1: "The emigrant", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:53
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Word count: 128
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- Emily Ezust
Language: English after the Catalan (Català)
homeland of my heart,
being far from thee,
One cannot but die from longing.
Beautiful valley, cradle of my childhood,
shores and rivers, heavenly hermitage,
Harps in the forest, pine trees and bushes,
do sing, do sing!
Weeping, I say to forests and banks
Fare thee well!
Where shall I find thy wholesome climate,
thy golden sky?
Alas, alas. Where shall I find your summits,
beautiful mountain of Montserrat?
Nowhere shall I see, city of Barcelona,
thy beautiful cathedral,
nor those hills, jewels of the crown
that God gave thee.
Goodbye, brothers; fare thee well, my father,
I shall not see thee any more!
I wish my bed were placed where
my sweet mother lies!
O Sailors, the wind that pushes me far from the land
makes me suffer!
I am sick, alas! Take me back on the shore for it's
there where I want to die!
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- a text in Catalan (Català) by Jacinto Verdaguer (1845 - 1902)
- This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Anonymous/Unidentified Artist, Amadeo Vives. Go to the text.
Text added to the website: 2007-08-07.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:26
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Word count: 153