La primera [English translation]

Frankly

I'd liked much more

that were spring

and that the first one

was that blonde girl

slim and freckly

that every afternoon

took with me the streetcar

when the day was sleeping.

Frankly

I'd liked much more

than your stuffed body

of ten duros and the bed aside,

but that goes the way they go

and in those times they didn't let me choose.

And it doesn't taste bad

neither makes me feel embarassed

that was in your font

my love baptism.

You were honest and sincere

and the second-handed

first one.

But, frankly

I'd liked much more

than that bed, a hay loft

where the first one

would let herself go with shame,

among lies

and a bit of joke,

and doing it, without hurry,

spreading tenderness,

Frankly

I'd liked much more

than playing the apprentice

while anothers wait at the door,

feeling the smell

of someone who's been before me.

And it doesn't taste bad

neither makes me feel embarassed

you're part of my history

and that's why I can draw you

wishing to pay the minimum fare

Oh, the second-handed

first one.

Frankly

I'd liked much more

that were spring

and that the first one were

the follow up of those

green stories,

tender romances,

that the big brother lied

sitting on the sidewalk.

Frankly

I'd liked much more.

Benevolently

the teenagers like them virgins,

but, like you,

one eats what he finds in the street.

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Per al meu amic