No woman, no cry

No woman, no cry.
Cause I remember when we used to sit
in the government yard in Trechtown.
Oba, observing the hypocrites
as they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have had, 
oh good friends we've lost along the way.
In this bright future you can't forget your past.

So dry your tears I say

no woman, no cry.
No woman, no cry.
Oh, my little darlin, don't she'd no tears.
No woman, no cry.

Said, said,

said I remember when we used to sit

in the government yard in Trechtown.

And then Georgie would make the fire light

log wood burnin' through the night.

Then we would cook corn meal porridge

of wich I'll share with you.
My feet is my only carriage

so I've got to push on through

but while I'm gone…

Everything's gonna be alright.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Everything's gonna be alright.
No woman, no cry.

No woman, no cry.

Oh, my little sister, don't she'd no tears.

No woman, no cry.

No Woman No Cry

Bob Marley & The Wailers

Natty Dread, 1974

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Com oblidar aquelles primeres nits junts. Nits de foscor, de fum i llums de colors. Tu ballaves davant meu i jo… jo remenava el cul amb aquella poca gràcia que tenim els que no tenim cap gràcia per ballar. I et mirava i em sentia el paio més afortunat del món per tenir-te al meu costat.
Tan de bo fossis aquí per poder dir-te una vegada més com t'estimo.