Small olives of love
words: Maria-Mercè Marçal
music: Xavi Múrcia
traslation: Montserrat Abelló
Oh, love, if you would walk
under the olive tree,
that the moon is playing
hide and seek on the lawn!
Of course I will walk
under the olive trees,
full of olives and love,
oh, those pockets of wind!
Leaves above and kisses,
rain in the air full of branches,
small olives of love,
oh, such a bitter taste!
Oh, such a bitter taste
the tiny love on my teeth!
The olive trees are left naked
by the silk hands of the wind.
Book: Sal Oberta