Translation of the song Mare, vull ser pescador artist Catalan Folk
Mare, vull ser pescador
Mother, I Want To Be a Fisherman
A un poble de pescadors,
In a fishing village,
Entre el mar i la muntanya,
Between the sea and the mountains,
Una mare, al seu fill,
A mother taught her son
L'inculcà que fóra frare.
To become a monk.
A dalt d'un vell monestir,
High up in an old monastery,
Un jove amb hàbit de frare,
A young man dressed in a friar's tunic,
Tot contemplant el blau mar...
As he gazes into the sea from afar...
Tot contemplant el blau mar,
As he gazes into the sea from afar
Així a sa mare li parla...
Speaks to his mother in this manner...
[Tornada:]
[Chorus:]
Mare, vull ser pescador...
Mother, I want to be a fisherman...
Pas m'ho privis, dolça mare!
Don't deny this to me, my sweet mother!
Ja sé amb quanta buidor
I already know about the feeling of emptiness
Et deixà la mort del pare.
That my father's death left in you.
Mare, vull ser pescador...
Mother, I want to be a fisherman...
Vull ser pescador i no frare!
I want to be a fisherman, and not a friar!
Que sóc fill de pescador
For I am a fisherman's son
I, malgrat el teu dolor,
And, in spite of your pain,
Jo tinc les venes salades!
The blood in my veins is salty!
Mare, vull fer-me a la mar!
Mother, I want to sail out to sea!
Mare, vull fer-me a la mar
Mother, I want to sail out to sea
I que em bressin les onades!
And to be rocked by the waves!
A un poble de pescadors,
In a fishing village,
Davant la Verge del Carme,
Before Our Lady of Mount Carmel,
Prega una mare amb fervor
A mother prays most fervorously
Veient la mar abrivada.
After seeing that the sea has turned rough.
Prega que torni el seu fill
She prays for her son's return
Qui marxà amb la mar en calma
For he left when the wasters were calm
I, mentre resa plorant,
And, as she prays weeping,
En aquell precís instant,
In that very instant,
Torna el fill i així li parla...
Her son comes and tells her this...
[Tornada:]
[Chorus:]
Mare, vull ser pescador...
Mother, I want to be a fisherman...
Pas m'ho privis, dolça mare!
Don't deny this to me, my sweet mother!
Ja sé amb quanta buidor
I already know about the feeling of emptiness
Et deixà la mort del pare.
That my father's death left in you.
Mare, vull ser pescador...
Mother, I want to be a fisherman...
Vull ser pescador i no frare!
I want to be a fisherman, and not a friar!
Que sóc fill de pescador
For I am a fisherman's son
I, malgrat el teu dolor,
And, in spite of your pain,
Jo tinc les venes salades!
The blood in my veins is salty!
Mare, vull fer-me a la mar!
Mother, I want to sail out to sea!
Mare, vull fer-me a la mar
Mother, I want to sail out to sea
I que em bressin les onades!
And to be rocked by the waves!
Mare, vull ser pescador!
Mother, I want to be a fisherman!