Per La Bona Gent
Tres portes tinc a ca meua
Obertes a tots els vents
La que està oberta per tu
L'altra per la bona gent
La que està oberta per tu
L’altra per la bona gent
Aquí estic, en ple control dels meus instints, lluint
Coartades que et contrastaran un parell d’amics
Vinc protegint les nostres lleis des de petit, tranquil
Que en cap arma hi trobaràs empremtes dels meus dits
I és cert que no vaig fer-ho, no en seria capaç
I és cert que aquella nit no era a la ciutat
Però afina les preguntes, afina les preguntes
Que encara no he dit si sóc bo
Encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no he dit que m’inspiri una idea
Que em mogui una gran convicció
Encara no saps si amb el meu pas
Pel món faig que sigui una mica millor
Tres portes tinc a ca meua
Obertes a tots els vents
La que està oberta per tu
L'altra per la bona gent
Conec l’argot de la comunitat, em trobaràs
Dins d’una casa respectable, gaudint de ser estimat
Encaixo mans, domino els tons I arrufo el nas quan veig
Comportaments que m’han semblat del tot inadequats
I és cert que no vaig fer-ho, no en seria capaç
Comprova-ho a les càmeres de seguretat
I afina les preguntes, afina les preguntes
Que encara no he dit si sóc bo, encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no saps si calculo els meus actes buscant una retribució
Encara no he dit si sóc bo, encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no saps si dedico la força, si oriento les meves accions
Cap a una banal subsistència o si estic perseguint algun bé superior
Mireu l’Innocent Malvat!, ve tot cofoi I amb el barret
Fent un gran gest ha saludat a una noia I a un soldat
Se’n ve l’Innocent Malvat!, remena el cul, somriu a tots
Flagell del mal humor, assot dels desviats, garant de la Veritat
I qui deu ser?
On va, d’on ve?
Què vol?
Què té?
I què carai li han explicat que li provoca aquests nivells d’hilaritat?
Encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no he dit si sóc bo
Encara no saps si em domina la mandra
Si estic espatllat per la por
Encara no he dit si tinc l’ànima pura o
Si em vencen les baixes passions
Encara no saps quants minuts necessito
Que lloïs aquesta cançó
Encara no he dit si la joia dels altres
Em porta només alegria o em fa brollar dins un verí
Una metzina, una forma subtil de dolor
Tres portes tinc a ca meua
Obertes a tots els vents
La que està oberta per tu
L'altra per la bona gent
La tercera per la mort
Que la tancarà el meu temps
For the Good People
I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people
Here I am, in full control of my instincts, showing
Alibis that a couple of friends will contrast you
I come protecting our laws since I was little, calm
That in no weapon will you find traces of my fingers
And it's true that I didn't do it, I wouldn't be able to
And it's true that that night I wasn't in the city
But refine the questions, refine the questions
That I haven't said if I'm good yet
You still don't know if I'm good
I haven't said yet that an idea inspires me
That a great conviction moves me
You still don't know if with my step
I make the world a little better
I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people
I know the slang of the community, you will find me
Inside a respectable house, enjoying being loved
I fit hands, I dominate the tones and I wrinkle my nose when I see
Behaviors that have seemed completely inadequate to me
And it's true that I didn't do it, I wouldn't be able to
Check the security cameras
And refine the questions, refine the questions
That I haven't said if I'm good yet, you still don't know if I'm good
You still don't know if I calculate my actions seeking a reward
I haven't said if I'm good yet, you still don't know if I'm good
You still don't know if I dedicate my strength, if I guide my actions
Towards a banal subsistence or if I'm pursuing some higher good
Look at the Innocent Evil!, he comes all smug and with his hat
Making a grand gesture he greeted a girl and a soldier
Here comes the Innocent Evil!, he wiggles his butt, smiles at everyone
Scourge of bad mood, scourge of the deviant, guarantor of Truth
And who must he be?
Where is he going, where does he come from?
What does he want?
What does he have?
And what the hell have they told him that causes these levels of hilarity?
You still don't know if I'm good
I haven't said if I'm good yet
You still don't know if laziness dominates me
If I'm spoiled by fear
I haven't said if I have a pure soul or
If I'm overcome by base passions
You still don't know how many minutes I need
For you to praise this song
I haven't said yet if the joy of others
Brings me only joy or makes me well up inside a poison
A remedy, a subtle form of pain
I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds
The one that is open for you
The other for the good people
The third one for death
That will close with my time