La Noia Que s'ha Posat a Ballar
Joan Manuel Serrat
The Bored Girl Who Started Dancing
It's raining and sunny.
Don't be sad to watch,
because there are witches combing their hair,
and lizards playing hide and seek,
and new wonders to catch
that the girl who started dancing
holds in her hand.
Escaped from a vermouth ad.
What wind pushes her...?
Whose voice sings to her...?
That the world is hers,
dancing
without a partner.
Jumps up and down,
takes a turn,
claps hands
and in all directions she opens her legs.
Raises her hands and eyes to the sky
happy and devoted.
Jumps up and down,
takes a turn,
claps hands
and in all directions she opens her legs.
A girl started dancing
for the joy of shaking and laughing
and because the time begins
that we have left to love.
Roll up your heart and let her in,
the girl who started dancing.
Maybe she's too much for my old town
with a heavy heart, lacking words,
where the rainbow
has never been welcomed
like this.
Jumps up and down,
takes a turn,
claps hands
and in all directions she opens her legs.
Raises her hands and eyes to the sky
happy and devoted.
Jumps up and down,
takes a turn,
claps hands
and in all directions she opens her legs.
