Redacció
Call me, if you ever miss a flight
And the airport is cold and dead
Call me, if someone you love dies
Or if your car fails you anywhere
Call me, if you ever have to move, and before you hang up
I'll be there with my sleeves rolled up
And call me, if you wish, and tell me you don't write
That it's been a long time since life gave you a surprise
But don't call me if one night
You feel you'd want to sleep by my side
Or run away, or live with me
In a tiny flat
Call me as if I was just anyone
And hold me strong with the excuse of a great goal
Call me when you find this song
That I hid this morning under your sheets
But don't call me if one night
You feel you'd want to sleep by my side
Or run away, or live with me
In a tiny flat
Don't call me, just come down to the beach
Which knows as well
You'll find me there perhaps reading, perhaps asleep
Perhaps waiting with a turned off phone
Truca'm, si un dia perds un vol
i l'aeroport és fred i mort.
Truca'm, si algú que estimes mor
o si el motor del cotxe no et respon.
Truca'm, si mai fas un trasllat, i abans que pengis
seré a baix saludant-te arremangat.
I truca'm, si cal, i explica'm que no escrius,
que ja fa temps que la vida no et sorprèn.
Però no em truquis si una nit
sents que voldries dormir al meu llit,
o marxar lluny, o viure junts,
en un pis petit.
Truca'm com si fos qualsevol,
i abraça'm fort amb l'excusa d'algun gol.
I truca'm quan trobis la cançó
que t'he amagat aquest matí sota el llençol.
Però no em truquis si una nit
sents que voldries dormir al meu llit,
o marxar lluny, o viure junts,
en un pis petit.
No em truquis, simplement vine a la platja,
que ja ens coneix,
m'hi trobaràs potser llegint, potser dormint,
potser esperant amb el telèfon apagat.
