L'Hereu Riera

learning to fly

arrossegant la pedra amunt,
a mig camí de la muntanya
vaig veure’t planar de lluny
com un àngel sense ales,
misteriós batec del cel
que te sostenia en l’aire.
quan rodoli pel pendent
aquest llast de dur bagatge
estendré les mans al vent
i saltaré al buit fins a trobar-te

_{Well
I started out down a dirty road / Started out all alone / And the sun
went down as I crossed the hill / And the town lit up, the world got
still
I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings / Coming down is the
hardest thing
Well the good ol’ days may not return / And the rocks
might melt and the sea may burn
I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got
wings / Coming down is the hardest thing
Well some say life will beat
you down / Break your heart, steal your crown / So I’ve started out,
for God knows where / I guess I’ll know when I get there
I’m learning
to fly, around the clouds, / But what goes up must come down
I’m
learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings / Coming down is the hardest
thing}