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Balcony Conversations

Auxili

Converses de Balcons

Tinc una guitarra que crida auxili quan plora el món.
Tinc mil amics repartits a les nits lluny de la babylon.
Tinc una guitarra que dóna guerra i dispara amor.
Ballen els llençols, converses de balcons, veient sortir el sol.

Jo vaig intentar fugir del món però no sabia com,
vaig enganyar la ment amb estupefaents.
Oh, no! Extasiat per la cançó,
all right vam trobar la solució.

Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Lluny de la babylon, lluny de la babylon.
Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Auxili party rebel·lió.

Tu vas intentar fugir del món però no sabies com.
Vas fer volar la ment amb les cançons desobedients,
amb les històries que guardàvem baix la pell,
perquè tu i jo pensàvem el mateix.

Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Lluny de la babylon, lluny de la babylon.
Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Auxili party rebel·lió.

M'aguanta la nit a la retina,
no tinc por al dia
si eres tu una part d'esta rutina
i seguirem cantant,
brindant per la teua companyia.
I anar fent dels problemes, pols.
Entrarem al cel derrapant tots dos.

Tinc una guitarra que crida auxili quan plora el món.
Tinc mil amics repartits a les nits lluny de la babylon.
Tinc una guitarra que dóna guerra i dispara amor.
Ballen els llençols, converses de balcons, veient sortir el sol.

Abraçats a una veritat ens ho creiem,
que mentre crema la mentida ens estimem.
Sabem que fent el que volem ho fem millor,
que la set que va omplint el got buida la por.

Som ocells que canten de nit,
inflem el pit inaugurant matins.
Sota la pell un crit que vol sortir,
Així, digues que sí.

L'alba tenyida de silenci,
salva't i crida'm si no hi penso.
Que la voleiada eterna fa camí,
que encara que faci fred seguim aquí.

Desclava els peus, deixa que creixi
marxa el moment abans que hi pensis
tot el que ens hem emportat ens fa ser així,
que encara que faci fred seguim aquí.

Tinc una guitarra que crida auxili quan plora el món.
Tinc mil amics repartits a les nits lluny de la babylon.
Tinc una guitarra que dóna guerra i dispara amor.
Ballen els llençols, converses de balcons, veient sortir el sol.

Balcony Conversations

I have a guitar that screams for help when the world cries.
I have a thousand friends scattered in the nights far from Babylon.
I have a guitar that causes trouble and shoots love.
Sheets dance, balcony conversations, watching the sun rise.

I tried to escape from the world but didn't know how,
I deceived the mind with drugs.
Oh no! Ecstatic by the song,
all right we found the solution.

Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Far from Babylon, far from Babylon.
Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Help party rebellion.

You tried to escape from the world but didn't know how.
You made the mind fly with disobedient songs,
with the stories we kept under our skin,
because you and I thought the same.

Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Far from Babylon, far from Babylon.
Ooooh, oooh, ooooh, ooooh!
Help party rebellion.

The night holds me in the retina,
I'm not afraid of the day
if you are a part of this routine
and we will keep singing,
toasting to your company.
And turning problems into dust.
We'll enter the sky skidding together.

I have a guitar that screams for help when the world cries.
I have a thousand friends scattered in the nights far from Babylon.
I have a guitar that causes trouble and shoots love.
Sheets dance, balcony conversations, watching the sun rise.

Embraced by a truth we believe it,
that while lies burn we love each other.
We know that doing what we want we do it better,
that the thirst filling the glass empties the fear.

We are birds that sing at night,
we puff our chests inaugurating mornings.
Under the skin a scream that wants to come out,
So, say yes.

The dawn dyed in silence,
save yourself and call me if you don't think about it.
That eternal flight paves the way,
that even if it's cold we're still here.

Unclench your feet, let it grow
seize the moment before you think about it
everything we've taken with us makes us who we are,
that even if it's cold we're still here.

I have a guitar that screams for help when the world cries.
I have a thousand friends scattered in the nights far from Babylon.
I have a guitar that causes trouble and shoots love.
Sheets dance, balcony conversations, watching the sun rise.

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