A HORTA DO BERBÉS

Carmucha se ti me ensinaras
na Praza do rei botaba patacas
Plantaría un carballo no centro mesmo
da burocracia

A sesta a sombra, café no termo
e porca terra nas mans
Se ti me ensinas Aurora na Rúa do príncipe
botamos cebolas

Esperaremos ó devalante
para o que crece debaixo da terra
así rebente o asfalto
como as raíces da oliveira

Hervillas, xudías, tomates
agatuñando polas farolas
ensínoche a andar na bici Julia
apréndeme a usar a poda

E regos baixando a Gran vía
e coros de ras empuzando a alameda
e a Porta do sol a monte
e a de España e a Princesa

Gueivotas e pegas e pombas
ocuparán as pólas
Cornetas e fentos felices
Ocuparán as prazas

Se ti me ensinas Remedios
na praza do rei botámolo esterco
Deixaremos crecelas marxes
pra que as abellas volten

Semprenoivas e xasmín
as cunetas cuspindo flores
Se ti me ensinas Amparo
na Constutución queimámolo mato

Esperaremos ó inverno
pra replantar a Ronda
e arrincar a cruz
e levantar as lousas
A porta do sol a monte
e a de España e a Princesa

E a horta do Berbés
florecerá no centro outra vez

A horta do Berbés
florecerá no centro

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A PLOT IN BERBÉS ​​​​​​

Carmucha, if you show me how
I’ll sow potatoes in King’s Square
I’d plant an oak right in the heart
of bureaucracy.

A siesta, the shade, a flask of hot tea
the pig earth in my hands,
if you teach me, Aurora
we’ll sow onions on Prince’s Square.

We’ll wait the waning moon
for what grows down in the ground
till it breaks through the asphalt​​​
like the olive tree roots.

And winding round the streetlamps
red tomatoes, peas and beans
I taught you, Julia, how to ride your bike
now show me how to prune the trees.

Irrigation overruns Gran Vía
choirs of frogs swamp the avenue arbour,
the Mountain rises over Porta do Sol
over España and Princess Square.

Seagulls and magpies and pigeons
will occupy the branches
calla lilies and fretty ferns ​​​​
will occupy the squares
will occupy the squares.

If you show me, Remedios
we’ll spread manure over King’s Square,
we’ll leave the edge overgrown
so the bees can return.

Great periwinkles and jasmine
the gutters spitting blooms​​​
if you show me, Amparo
we’ll burn the thickets on Constitution Square.

We’ll wait for the winter
to replant Don Bosco Circle,
we’ll uproot the cross
and tear up the flagstones
as the Mountain rises over Porta do Sol
over España and Princess Square.

​The plot in Berbés
will grow in the centre once more

the plot in Berbés
will grow in the centre once more.