La xica del pais norde

Girl from the North Country, par Bob Dylan (1963)
Traduida e adatada de engles par Michel Gaillard

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Si tu viaja a la pais norde
do lo venta sur la frontera, forte,
vade a saluta per me esta xica,
esta xica ci ia es mea amada

Si tu vade, a la estate tarda,
cuando la rios es ja cuasi jelante,
serti bon ce un jaca spesa calda
proteje ela de la venta ululante

Esce sua capeles flue longa,
esce los serpe sur sua spala?
Esce sua capeles flue longa?
Me ia gusta recorda ela tal

Esce me sta ancora en sua mente?
Me ia prea per ela a cada dia,
en la silentia de mea note
e a la lus de la matina fria

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Si tu viaja a la pais norde
do lo venta sur la frontera, forte,
vade a saluta per me esta xica,
esta xica ci ia es mea amada

The Girl from the North Country - Bob Dylan: Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair, / Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, / Remember me to one who lives there. / She once was a true love of mine. / / Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm, / When the rivers freeze and summer ends, / Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm, / To keep her from the howlin’ winds. / / Please see for me if her hair hangs long, / If it rolls and flows all down her breast. / Please see for me if her hair hangs long, / That’s the way I remember her best. / / I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all. / Many times I’ve often prayed / In the darkness of my night, / In the brightness of my day. / / So, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair, / Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, / Remember me to one who lives there. / She once was a true love of mine.

[¹] Depinta La flor del deserto, par Yves Gaillard, 1972.