L'Estaca [English translation]

Grandpa Siset talked to me

in the gateway at the dawn

when we were waiting for the sun

watching the wagons passing by.

Siset, don't you see the stake

to which we are all tied?

If we don’t rid ourselves of it,

we won't be able to walk away!

If we all pull, it will fall,

it will not stand for too long,

for sure it’ll be torn down, down, down,

it must be already well rotten.

If you pull hard here,

and I pull hard there,

for sure it’ll be torn down, down, down,

and we'll be able to liberate ourselves.

But, Siset, so much time has passed,

my hands are scratching,

and when I have no more strength,

it grows wider and taller.

I know very well that it's rotten,

but, Siset, it’s so heavy,

that sometimes I have no more power.

Please repeat your song!

If we all pull, it will fall,

it will not stand for too long,

for sure it’ll be torn down, down, down,

it must be already well rotten.

If you pull hard here,

and I pull hard there,

for sure it’ll be torn down, down, down,

and we'll be able to liberate ourselves.

Grandpa Siset no longer says anything,

an evil wind carried him away

- it only knows where to -

and I’m stuck in the gateway.

And while the new farm hands pass by,

from my throat arises

the last Siset's song,

the last one he taught me:

If we all pull, it will fall,

it will not stand for too long,

for sure it’ll be torn down, down, down,

it must be already well rotten.

If you pull hard here,

and I pull hard there,

for sure it’ll be torn down, down, down,

and we'll be able to liberate ourselves.

• Artist:Lluís Llach
• Album:Les seves primeres cançons (1968)