Corrandes d'exili [English translation]

In a full moon night

we pulled the ridge,

slowly, quietly...

If the moon was at its biggest

our sorrow was too.

My beloved accompanies me

tanned skin and serious bearing

like a God's Mother

someone found in the mountain.

So she forgives our war,

that covers her in blood, and tares her apart.

Before crossing the line, (border between Catalonia and France)

I sit and kiss the ground

and caress it with my shoulder.

In Catalonia I left

the day of my departure

half of my life drowsing:

the other half came with me

not to left me lifeless.

Today in France's lands

and tomorrow further maybe,

I won't die of nostalgia

yet of nostalgia I will live.

In my Vallès' land (a region of Catalonia)

three hills form a mountain chain,

four pines a thick forest,

five acres too much land.

"There's nothing like the Vallès"

Let the pines hug the cove,

the hermitage on top of the hill;

and on the beach a small sunshade

that beats like a wing.

A melted hope,

an infinite remorse.

And such a small homeland

that I dream about all together.