Clash eta Pistols
Euri tantak gordetzen
naskatutako kalea
hiri triste bat "After eta Post"
"Psicosis Colectiva"
burua hiltzen makal makal ari dira
aiduruak
bijilatzen dira disimuluaz.
"Clash" eta "Pistols"
antxobetatik atunetara
irrati batek, etsi etsian, ematen
azkeneko kantak.
Tristeziaz beteriko gelatan
pakea
ez haizerik
ixiltasuna gorputzetan blai.
Bukaera da
bukaera aurresentitzen da
arratsalde euritsua kamaleoientzat
Zelai berdeetako iruduiak
atzeazka arin
zeinek gidatzen du kotxe hau?
Are you going with me?
Txalo gorrak
jabetzen dijoaz ene Walky'ren aurikularretan
eta apurka apurka
erotzen naute.
Bukaera da
bukaera aurresentitzen da
arratsalde euritsua kamaleoientzat
Clash and Pistols
The raindrops collecting
the wet street
a sad city "After and Post"
"Collective Psychosis"
heads killing each other
conclusions
flickering with deceit.
"Clash" and "Pistols"
from anchovies to tuna
a radio, whispering, giving
the last songs.
In a room filled with sadness
peace
no noise
silence shining on bodies.
It's the end
the end is felt
rainy evening for chameleons
Images of green fields
lightly in the background
who's driving this car?
Are you going with me?
Red applause
they tell me in my Walky's earphones
and little by little
they seduce me.
It's the end
the end is felt
rainy evening for chameleons