poesia catala

Plou, plou Montserrat, que la llebre va pel blat, aigua de pluja, aigua de neu, que la terra se la veu, les nits de lluna plena, per ploure es veu els nubols.

It rains, it rains Montserrat, for the hare goes through the wheat, rainwater, snowwater, for the land can be seen, the nights of the full moon, by the rain you can see the clouds.

Parla ben clar, que el mot és teu i el pensament, ningú no el manar, si creus la teva veritat, llança'l al vent i que s'arribi com la flama.

Speak very clearly, for the word is yours and the thought, no one can command it; if you believe in your truth, cast it to the wind and let it reach like the flame.