Borra Qatt Ma Rajt I. L-Ewwel Storja: It-Tifel Tal-Borra

(English version available) - Maltese - [verse 1] Bl-imħadda mal-art, jpoġġi jisfratta ruħu għal-siegħat twal Qalbu tibda tħabbat iktar quddiem xeni ta' barra Ma jikolx, jibqa' iħares l-art kiesħa, xejn ma' jimpurtah l-Omm titfi dwal għax sar il-ħin u mill-ipnosi jinqala [verse 2] il-ġuħ u l-kesħa jolqtuħ Idejħ ma sidru jduru sabiex issaħħan ruħu Mill-iffriżar ġebla ħajtu Jisma l-ħsejjes familjari Il-ħin donnu jieqaf f'siktu jitriegħed bl-iskumdità U jwaħħal kollox f'ommu [pre-chorus] B'rabja jsabbat il-bieb jaħrab għad-dinja tat-taqtir U jibqa jiġri u jiġri Għal-tfittxija mingħajr ħjiel It-tfittxija ma tieqaf qatt sa kemm fl-aħħar jilħaq it-tarf u fl-aħħar issib it-tajn fejn jieqaf biex jittallab [chorus] It-tifel jibki ix-xita Waqt li imdawwar bil-frott jibqa' jittallab għal-borra b'dan il-ġid kollu, jibqa xott Fuq il-ħamrija il-frott jimmoffaw iħaffer għall-timliħ iż-żaq Jfittex għal-meravilja li tinsab il-bogħod min hawn [verse 3] L-omm tara il-bieb jinfetaħ Minn fejn kienet qed tistenna B'idejha miftuħa beraħ biex xorta bl-imħabba tilqgħu Bix-xugaman tixxotta Timbottaħ lejn id-doċċa Sabiex tagħtiħ ħasla ħasla bil-kliem u bl-ilma [verse 4] Fuq is-sufan jmur Biex jitbiegħed minn ommu Xorta jibqa bil-geddum Bil-ġilda mgħottija blu Fuq il-mejda jinsab globu b'silġ abjad falz idur meta t-tifel jaqbdu u quddiem għajnejħ jdawru [pre-chorus] B'rabja jsabbat il-bieb jaħrab għad-dinja tat-taqtir U jibqa jiġri u jiġri Għal-tfittxija mingħajr ħjiel It-tfittxija ma tieqaf qatt sa kemm fl-aħħar jilħaq it-tarf u fl-aħħar issib it-tajn fejn jieqaf biex jittallab [chorus] It-tifel jibki ix-xita Waqt li imdawwar bil-frott jibqa' jittallab għal-borra b'dan il-ġid kollu, jibqa xott Fuq il-ħamrija il-frott jimmoffaw iħaffer għall-timliħ iż-żaq Jfittex għal-meravilja li tinsab il-bogħod min hawn [chorus] It-tifel jibki ix-xita Waqt li imdawwar bil-frott jibqa' jittallab għal-borra b'dan il-ġid kollu, jibqa xott Fuq il-ħamrija il-frott jimmoffaw iħaffer għall-timliħ iż-żaq Jfittex għal-meravilja li tinsab il-bogħod min hawn - English - [Verse 1] With a pillow on the floor, he sits, Distracting himself for hours. His heart begins to race, Lost in foreign scenes. Forgetting to eat, he keeps watching. The floor is cold, he doesn’t care. His mother turns off the lights; it’s getting late, And he snaps out of his trance. [Verse 2] The hunger and cold hit him. He wraps his arms around his chest, Trying to keep himself warm From his mundane life. Familiar noises fill the air, Time seems to stop. He shivers in discomfort, Blaming everything on his mother. [Pre-Chorus] He slams the door in anger, Escapes to a world of rain, And keeps on running, running A senseless search. The search never ends Until, finally, he reaches the edge. And at the end, he finds mud, Where he stops to pray. [Chorus] The boy cries for rain Whilst surrounded by fruit. He keeps praying for snow. With all this wealth, he remains dry. On the dirt, the fruit molds. He digs, searching to fill his stomach. Still, he longs for a wonder That is far from here. [Verse 3] His mother sees the door opening From where she was waiting, Her arms wide open, Still ready to greet him with love. She dries him off with a towel And nudges him toward the shower To cleanse him, To shower him with words and water. [Verse 4] He sinks into the couch, Creating distance from his mother. Still, he remains frustraited His skin tinged in blue. On the table sits a globe, Fake snow swirling inside. When he picks it up, And spins it in front of his eyes. [Pre-Chorus] He slams the door in anger, Escapes to a world of rain, And keeps on running, running A senseless search. The search never ends Until, finally, he reaches the edge. And at the end, he finds mud, Where he stops to pray. [Chorus] The boy cries for rain Whilst surrounded by fruit. He keeps praying for snow. With all this wealth, he remains dry. On the dirt, the fruit molds. He digs, searching to fill his stomach. Still, he longs for a wonder That is far from here. [Chorus] The boy cries for rain Whilst surrounded by fruit. He keeps praying for snow. With all this wealth, he remains dry. On the dirt, the fruit molds. He digs, searching to fill his stomach. Still, he longs for a wonder That is far from here.