Quan me'n recorde ara del senyal
que ens marcava la fi del caminal...

Ves-te'n a fer la mà,
que hui ja no et puc acompanyar.
La vora del carrer ara és artificial;
res no és igual.

I tots els plors que sempre he amagat,
no poden ocultar la veritat.

Ves-te'n a fer la mà,
que hui ja no et puc acompanyar.
Quan plou demane sol però, en acabant,
ja estic plorant.

Gravàrem en un âbre un coret;
ara l'hauríem fet en la paret.

Ves-te'n a fer la mà,
que hui ja no et puc acompanyar.
La vora del carrer ara és artificial;
res no és igual.

Ves-te'n a fer la mà,
que hui ja no et puc acompanyar.
Quan plou demane sol però, en acabant,
ja estic plorant.

© 2003 de la lletra: Toni de l'Hostal (nét).

And when I see the sign that points one way:
the lot we used to pass by every day...

Just walk away, Renée;
you won't see me follow you back home.
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same;
you're not to blame.

From deep inside the tears that I'm forced to cry,
from deep inside the pain that I chose to hide.

Just walk away, Renée;
you won't see me follow you back home.
Now, as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes,
for me it cries.

Just walk away, Renée;
you won't see me follow you back home.
Now, as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes,
for me it cries.

Your name and mine, inside a heart, upon a wall,
still finds a way to haunt me, though they're so small...

Just walk away, Renée;
you won't see me follow you back home.
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same;
you're not to blame.

Lyrics © 1966 by Michael Brown.