Tarrés [English translation]

That certain Tarrés

who walks backwards,

write backwards

and never has enough.

He puts his right sock

on his left foot

to be seen to be

different from me.

When he comes I'm not here.

When I arrive he's gone

and if he returns I don't know

if he'll stay or if he'll go.

I wouldn't care if

it wasn't that

he is nothing without me

and I'm nobody without him.

That certain Tarrés,

that doesn't fit in my skin

and takes out my animal

partying with him.

It's enough for him that the Sun

gives out fire and light

and that God gives us health

enough for drinking.

And at dawn with

four drinks too many

he hates me

and he rejects me wherever he goes.

I wouldn't care if

I didn't have to pay for

the debts that Tarrés

forgot about in the night.

But when he's not around

liquor makes me choke,

my friends leave,

and my love doesn't love me.

If Tarrés is not around

it rains in the heart,

my woman doesn't dance

and the song is silenced.

Without that certain Tarrés,

who walks backwards

write backwards

and never has sufficient.

That certain Tarrés,

who walks backwards

write backwards

and never has enough.

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Cansiones