Mercè [English translation]

Mercy,

Palma is far away.

I'm far from the streets,

Far from the almond trees...

Far from those streets enclosed by the city wall.

Mercy,

Far from your eyes

And the soft wind

In the diaphanous home.

Mercy,

Far from those terraces

Where the sparrows love each other and sing,

And the nuns put out to dry

The world's sins and white linens.

And a priest dances

Close to the tile roof,

Hoping to rise in flight

Towards the blue sky,

With his robes all flowing.

Mercy,

Oranges and blossoms on the table;

May the seagulls keep you company

As time slowly walks towards the evening.

I will always go back

To our beach;

The waves won't allow me, my dear mother,

To travel too far from it...