Cançó De Matinada
Serrat Joan Manuel Lyrics
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Buscava una ànima dintre teu
I això era com buscar
Papallones blanques damunt la neu
Noia de porcellana
La teva entranya és plena de vent
Una brisa de maig
Noia de porcellana
Tot el teu cos és un recipient
A punt per ser omplert d'aigua
I posar-hi un lliri quan ve el bon temps
Noia de porcellana
Buscava força en el teu parlar
I això era com buscar
Papallones blaves damunt la mar
Noia de porcellana
D'una mirada et van trencar un braç
Semblaves indignada
Com una santa sense beats
Noia de porcellana
Tota ets tan fràgil que t'has tancat
Sota d'una campana
Que sona dolça I és de cristall
Noia de porcellana
Buscava llum en la teva pell
I això era com buscar
Papallones d'aire allà on bufa el vent
Noia de porcellana
Tens la mirada ben transparent
La pell de cel·lofana
I la carn translúcida I repellent
Noia de porcellana
Què vols que et donin no donant res
Ets freda I inhumana
I et preocupes de cinc a set
The song Cançó De Matinada by Serrat Joan Manuel is about a fragile porcelain girl who is in search of an inner self that she cannot seem to find within herself. She is compared to a white butterfly floating over snow, delicate and ethereal. The girl is portrayed as having a hollow core filled with wind, and her insides are like a breath of May with petals of innocence. Her body is like a vessel waiting to be filled with water and a lily when the right time comes. She seeks strength in the boy's speech and is compared to a blue butterfly floating over the sea. However, the girl's vulnerability is illustrated when she breaks an arm with just a glance. She is angry and indignant but is still compared to a saint without a beat. The girl is fragile, so much so that she hides under a bell that is sweet-sounding and is made of glass. She is searching for light on her skin, but she is transparent. Her skin is like cellophane, and her flesh is repellent and transluscent. The girl is seen as being cold, inhumane, and self-absorbed.
The song is an intimate portrayal of a girl who is struggling to find her place in the world, but she is unable to do so as there is nothing about her that stands out. Despite her strengths, she is portrayed as fragile and delicate, and her actions or words can break her easily. Her vulnerability makes her precious but also tragic as she fails to find her identity. The song is a tribute to the shy, delicate side of teenage girls, often overlooked in society, while everyone must be strong in the world.
Line by Line Meaning
Noia de porcellana
The girl compared to porcelain
Buscava una ànima dintre teu
She was looking for a soul within you
I això era com buscar
Which was like looking
Papallones blanques damunt la neu
White butterflies on the snow
La teva entranya és plena de vent
Your entrails are full of air
Una brisa de maig
A May breeze
Amb pètals de rosa és aire innocent
With petals of rose is an innocent air
Tot el teu cos és un recipient
Your whole body is a container
A punt per ser omplert d'aigua
Ready to be filled with water
I posar-hi un lliri quan ve el bon temps
And put a lily in it when the good time comes
Buscava força en el teu parlar
She was looking for strength in your speech
Papallones blaves damunt la mar
Blue butterflies over the sea
D'una mirada et van trencar un braç
With a glance they broke your arm
Semblaves indignada
You seemed angry
Com una santa sense beats
Like a saint without heartbeats
Tota ets tan fràgil que t'has tancat
You are so fragile that you have closed yourself
Sota d'una campana
Under a bell
Que sona dolça I és de cristall
That sounds sweet and is made of crystal
Buscava llum en la teva pell
She was looking for light in your skin
Papallones d'aire allà on bufa el vent
Butterflies of air where the wind blows
Tens la mirada ben transparent
You have a very transparent look
La pell de cel·lofana
The skin of cellophane
I la carn translúcida I repellent
And the translucent and repellent flesh
Què vols que et donin no donant res
What do you want to receive without giving anything?
Ets freda I inhumana
You are cold and inhuman
I et preocupes de cinc a set
And you worry from five to seven
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