I saw the flag
under a gray but cloudless sky,
under a mist that wanted to erase
dreams and legends and song...
Vaig veure la senyera
sota un cel gris però sense núvols,
sota una boira que volia esborrar
somnis, llegendes i cant…
I heard the beating of shields,
the metallic din of a rusted past
all great with promise as it painted
a path of crimson and gold
to dreams and legends and song…
Vaig sentir el batre d’escuts,
fragor metàl.lica d’un passat rovellat
que amb grans esperances va pintar
de carmesí i d'or el sender
de carmesí i d'or el sender
cap a somnis, llegendes i cant…
I savoured the bars of red
that unfolded like fingers of blood
pointing to roads of more suitable color,
the color of dreams and legends and song…
Vaig assaborir les barres vermelles
que es desplegaven com dits de sang,
assenyalant camins de color més adient,
color de somnis, llegendes i cant…
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