El llimoner [English translation]

Voice of sea

Rice grains

The tree falls

cuts communications.

Brid's flights

over the bed.

Too much wind

sleeping pills.

When the light of my street

lights up the lemon tree

The sour words

make fast stories

Fire in the woods

nests of tea

Captains

abandoning their ship

When the letter reaches the port

when someone sends it to the same place

the peaceful times

seem minimal hours

When the light of my street

lights up the lemon tree

The sour words

make fast stories

Right in the middle of the strom

everyone dances in party clothes

and with an elegant smile.

The foggy spectacles

don't let us see fairies

nor the little road close to the sea

When the light of my street

lights up the lemon tree

The sour words

make fast stories

When the letter reaches the port

when someone sends it to the same place

the peaceful times

seem minimal hours