En moments difícils de la meva vida, aquesta cançó m'ha ajudat a tirar endavant. Ha estat, per a mi, un himne misteriós que m'ha ajudat a resurgir de les cendres. Per què? No ho sé. Potser en una altra vida vaig ser australià, vés a saber... Però el que puc jurar és que en moments de fracàs, l'he “sentit”, l'he cantat, i m'he sabut capaç de superar-ho tot. Per això, a la meva vida, aquesta cançó té la categoria d'himne nacional de la meva persona. I per això la canto i l'ensenyo als meus fills.
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
"Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up got the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".
Down came the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,
Up came the troopers, one, two, three,
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?"
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
"Who's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?",
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".
Up got the swaggy and jumped into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you passed by that billabong,
"Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
And his ghost may be heard as you passed by that billabong,
"Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"
3 comments:
A mi la cançó em produeix certa tristor com de lucidesa de viure, com si amb el so veiés tota la vida com passa i com és a punt de finir.
Com una sinopsi de tot un món en unes paraules fetes cançó.
Suposo que les interpretacions ens venen marcades per les experiències viscudes en relació al moment en què vam conèixer la cançó i a les circumstàncies viscudes.
Per a mi també, té connotacions molt especials.
Una abraçada!
Potser el secret que té per a tu aquesta ca´çó és que no té cap secret; és qüestió de sensacions.
Hola Jesús! M'hauria agradat ser ahir a El Perelló. Perquè voldria dir una cosa molt bona. Malgrat tot, encara que no hagi guanyat, espero que el meu relat t'hagi agradat. L'any que ve ho tornaré a intentar!
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