Illenc

Wake up one day towards the west
the sea dazzles me because the sun and the wind hit it
in the sky a seagull calls
and when it passes through my head this island
just like the seagull flees
and can't come back,
but it's not her who wants to leave
and flees through the middle of the sea
she goes away and I won't hear her again

...and when I'm far from home
and can't breathe the sea air
they say that without land there are no roots
who sells their home
who sells their home, no

don't be afraid my island
you will never die or fall
into foreign hands
your people carry you in their heart
your people carry you in their heart
in their heart, in their heart.
rom a hill I see it starting to rain
four thin drops make that snail come out
through the greenery a stream runs
but the land that bathes it no longer wants it
because it's not the same,
it's not just Majorcan
the money has been taken from here
and thinks it has been betrayed
a life poorly traded like this.

the next day the godfather goes for a walk
through the litter from when he was a child

but he can't because they have blocked his way
and he has to go around
time passes too quickly
and thinks we have traded
today's bread for tomorrow's hunger
tomorrow's hunger

don't be afraid my island
you will never die or fall
into foreign hands
your people carry you in their heart
your people carry you in their heart
in their heart, in their heart.

It's still early on the day to say goodbye
good thing there is so much luck
they think we are on time

It's also true,
that by its side I can live
but it's that between too little and too much
the measure passes

and I don't want to be able to say
that this island doesn't belong to my children
our land is all we have
what pride it is to say
I am Majorcan.