I have moved to that mountain, so high, majestic and beautiful.
The threat is clear, the air in the face of a frosty sea, the sky is made of porcelain blue.
Under a sun all just like that, the snow shone, creating the eyes in the wilderness,
but bringing the view beyond the mountains, the forests, the villages and the plain,
it's the sea.
And turning the view of the other side of this sacred mountain,
there are sometimes more splendid mountains of snow,
and covered with ferocious forests and opulent vineyards,
the plain and ferocious camps and the sea.
A magnificent embankment rises from this mountain, so high, so steep and so beautiful.
The royal aligar, in the blue sky, over the Catalan land, is open to freedom,
and my soul is exalted, incest of love for my country, and I love it too.
Open arms, like to embrace everything I see, I turn on myself slowly,
I am clear, I am this blue sky, I am this mountain, I am the immaculate snow,
the forests, the vineyards, the villages and the plain, until the night.
So beautiful.
So beautiful.
