Si no fos per tu [English translation]

If it weren't for you, I would have died of hunger

before losing my health;

if it weren't for you, who puts my plate on the table

when others for all help

give good advice

and wise words

and they leave you alone and in fasting.

The sad end of the cigar was waiting for me

if it weren't for you.

If it weren't for you, I'm sure that I wouldn't have

a place to bury the roots

nor a covering for shelter nor a a good guide

to go and return from seventh heaven

and the children I sowed

I wouldn't know them,

nothing mine would live in no one.

I would be another and nobody would know it

if it weren't for you.

If it weren't for you, who cleans up the pieces

after the storm

and keeps me company while the dogs bark

in the heart of the city,

you who from the mirror

looks at me baggy-eyed

lecturing me early in the morning

for mistreating a life that you would never have

if it weren't for you.

If it weren't for me, who would rescue you

from so much vulgarity?

Work, compromises, routine, family,

township and trade union.

It is for this that you give me

credit and support,

home, wife, bread and coat.

You'll let me know who you'd be

without your intimate enemy.

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Material sensible