I will tell of the old fire and the water
I will tell of the old fire and the water.
If the snow burns a lot,
the flame froze more.
I will tell of the sword and the water.
If the spring has wounded me,
the sword will heal me.
I will tell of the bird and the water.
If light of heights on the river,
dark of earth the wing.
I will tell of the rose and the water:
the death of the sea makes
the flower more everlasting.
I will tell of my eyes and the water.
If the lake looks at everything,
the pupils of my eyes are white.
I tell of the rain, the rain, the light rain
and the cry of the one plunged
in the water without return.
I tell the name of nothing
beyond the depths of the water.
Autor(es): Salvador Espriu, Raimon
