Vida D'un Gat
El seu pare era un vell gat gordo i coix
I sa mare una gata de carrer
I ell va néixer una nit sota la pluja
Però sa mare morí al part
I el seu pare d'un infart
I va quedar abandonat pel mig dels prats
Moriria de gana moriria congelat
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
No tenia ni pares ni un amic
Ni un padrí de família que el cuidés
I així solitari justet amb uns dies de vida
Va arrossegar el cos per un camí per la ciutat
Però va ser en creuar una carretera
Que un camió va i l'atropella en un pas zebra
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
I va sentir-se deprimit dèbil agobiat
Tan esclafat sota el camió
Veia que no podia que no podia respirar
Però per res la vida no volia deixar
Ferit i amb la por a la mort
Va seguir una nena i la nena el va agafar
Va acollir-lo en braços va posar-li un nom ridícul
Se l'endugué a casa seva i va mostrar-lo a la família
Però un pare sense escrúpols que l'agafa per l'esquena
I mentre renyava la nena el va tirar per la finestra
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Set pisos de caiguda i quedà viu sobre l'acera
Rebentat i destrossat però hi ha més vides que l'esperen
Hi ha vida hi ha vida
Però aconseguí aixecar-se aconseguí caminar
Aconseguí creuar la ciutat fins al port
I va va veure el mar i va veure un peix
Va acostar-se al moll però va relliscar
I va caure a l'aigua va sentir-se perdut
Ho tenia clar moriria ofegat
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Era patètic veure com s'enganxava a la vida
Xapotejant cap a un barco que es llargava mar endintre
I aconseguí pujar-s'hi mig ofegat mort de pena
Va passar tota la infància dintre d'un vaixell de pesca
Set mesos després va desembarcar
En una terra estranya apocalíptica i ingrata
Les cases mig destruïdes de gent morta o bé matant-se
I un merder de crits histèrics de terrors i focs i nervis
I de cop una bomba li va petar sota els peus
I va sortir volant pels aires despedint-se de la vida
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
I en aquell país de merda hi havia guerra hi havia guerra
I on reina la violència t'acribillen per la jeta
El cos ple de metralla que es es moria que es moria
Quan va esdevenir un prodigi que ell no hagués esperat mai
Una gata preciosa i piadosa el recollí
I amb el temps i unes carícies va curar-li les ferides
I es tirà follant els dies que passà en convalescència
Però la gateta ocultava que estimava un altre gat
Què dic un gat si allò era un tigre
Que ho va descobrir unmal dia va jurar que els mataria
Això era un lio de faldilles
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Imagineu aquella bèstia una espècie de legionari
Reclamant com a venjança lenta mort pels dos amants
La gata quedà morta desgarrada a esgarrapades
I ell de què sino s'escapa perseguit com una rata
Van acabar-se els tiros i eren temps de pau
De pau però misèria de penes i gana
I un dia el gat tornà a sentir que el seu cos levitava
Que el seu cos desafiava tota llei de gravetat
Per les potes l'agafaven i del terra l'aixecaven
I una veu il.lusionada que el mirava i exclamava
Yujúúú família avui per dinar tenim gat a la brasa
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Va sortir per poter de miracle que no el pesquen
Que no acaba com un plat de subsistència
A la postguerra hi ha gana hi ha gana
Havien passat set vides però el gatet mai no es moria
La veritat no comprenia la gràcia d'aquesta vida
I ara tan sols s'arrastrava sols errava sols vagava
Ara era un vell gatot de merda despreciat per tot el món
Que era el pot de les hòsties que és que estava cremat
Però hostia puta quina vida més perra que tenia
I per desgràcia era un gat i tenia set vides.
Life of a Cat
His father was an old fat and lame cat
And his mother a street cat
And he was born one night under the rain
But his mother died during childbirth
And his father of a heart attack
And he was left abandoned in the middle of the meadows
He would die of hunger, he would die frozen
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
He had neither parents nor a friend
Nor a godfather to take care of him
And so lonely, just a few days old
He dragged his body along a path through the city
But it was when crossing a road
That a truck ran over him on a zebra crossing
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
And he felt depressed, weak, overwhelmed
Crushed under the truck
He saw that he couldn't breathe
But life didn't want to let him go for anything
Injured and fearing death
He followed a girl and the girl caught him
She held him in her arms, gave him a ridiculous name
Took him to her home and showed him to the family
But an unscrupulous father grabbed him from behind
And while scolding the girl, he threw him out the window
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
Nine floors of falling and he stayed alive on the sidewalk
Battered and broken but more lives awaited him
There is life, there is life
But he managed to get up, managed to walk
Managed to cross the city to the port
And he saw the sea and he saw a fish
He approached the dock but slipped
And fell into the water, felt lost
He was sure he would drown
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
It was pathetic to see how he clung to life
Splashing towards a ship sailing out to sea
And he managed to climb aboard, half drowned, heartbroken
He spent all his childhood inside a fishing boat
Seven months later he disembarked
In a strange, apocalyptic and ungrateful land
Houses half destroyed, people dead or killing each other
And a mess of hysterical screams of terrors and fires and nerves
And suddenly a bomb exploded under his feet
And he flew through the air, saying goodbye to life
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
And in that shitty country there was war, there was war
And where violence reigns, they shoot you in the face
Body full of shrapnel, dying, dying
When he became a miracle he never expected
A beautiful and merciful cat picked him up
And with time and some caresses, she healed his wounds
And he spent the days fucking that he spent convalescing
But the cat hid that she loved another cat
What am I saying, a cat, that was a tiger
Which he discovered one day, he swore he would kill them
It was a mess of skirts
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
Imagine that beast, a kind of legionnaire
Claiming slow revenge, death for the two lovers
The cat was torn apart, dead
And he had no choice but to escape, pursued like a rat
The shots ended and it was a time of peace
Of peace but misery of sorrows and hunger
And one day the cat felt his body levitating
Defying all laws of gravity
His legs were lifted off the ground
And an excited voice looked at him and exclaimed
Yeehaw, family, today for lunch we have grilled cat
But luckily he was a cat and had nine lives
He went out to avoid being caught by a miracle
Not ending up as a meal
In the post-war there is hunger, there is hunger
He had gone through nine lives but the little cat never died
The truth is he didn't understand the point of this life
And now he just dragged himself, wandered alone
Now he was a damn old cat, despised by everyone
He was a mess, he was burnt out
But damn, what a fucking miserable life he had
And unfortunately, he was a cat and had nine lives.