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A contracorrent
Com un estel que fuig
Es pot anar amb peus de plom
Però al final res és segur
Porta’m al riu
Porta’m el riure
Tinc un record que em viu
I que em fa escriure
Potser havíem set més normals
Però ens és igual
Som on hem de ser
Som com hem de ser
Per fer el que es vol
S’haurà d’anar a contracorrent
Ja ho saps prou bé
Me la suda que tinguis més likes
I que et tiris fotos a llocs cars
M’agrada quan brilles
Quan ets de veritat
Quan portes la cara
La creu i molt gas
Que me la suda que tinguis més likes
I que et tiris fotos a llocs cars
M’agrada quan brilles
Quan ets de veritat
Quan portes la cara
La creu i molt gas, molt gas, molt gas
Qui t’ha domesticat?
Qui t’ha plastificat?
Qui ha fet del mòbil el teu àngel de la guarda?
Volíem volar alt i estem malalts del cap
Un puto selfie més i ja perdré la calma
Mira’m
Fet de poder, de pors i de mentires
Vaig vore caure tants dinosaures
La mort dels líders
La branca s’ha fet arbre
El bosc tapa el camí
Ens hem perdut i a mi m’agrada viure així
Mira, mira
Fet de poder, de pors i de mentires
Un puto selfie més i em trac la vida
Hey!
Me la suda que tinguis més likes
I que et tiris fotos a llocs cars
M’agrada quan brilles
Quan ets de veritat
Quan portes la cara
La creu i molt gas
Que me la suda que tinguis més likes
I que et tiris fotos a llocs cars
M’agrada quan brilles
Quan ets de veritat
Quan portes la cara
La creu i molt gas, molt gas, molt gas
Un filtre d’Instagram
No tapa la merda que veig a través dels meus ulls
Dami Boi, sóc cultura catalana
Sense escriure com Ramon Llull
El vostre postureig el veig d’una hora lluny
Tot l’any esperant que arribi el juny
Per pujar les fotos en banyador que et vas fer
De vacances a la platja de Cancun
Diguem que comentes i et diré com ets
S’escapa la vida en pantalles de leds
Veig persones buides com compren somriures
Venent trossets de la seva ànima a pes
Em donen igual tots els teus seguidors
Si darrera seu amagues tantes pors
Si intentes pintar el món amb un sol color
Si darrere els penjolls d’or es veu el llautó
Potser havíem set més normals
Però ens és igual
Som on hem de ser
Som com hem de ser
Per fer el que es vol
S’haurà d’anar a contracorrent
Ja ho saps prou bé
Me la suda que tinguis més likes
I que et tiris fotos a llocs cars
M’agrada quan brilles
Quan ets de veritat
Quan portes la cara
La creu i molt gas
Que me la suda que tinguis més likes
I que et tiris fotos a llocs cars
M’agrada quan brilles
Quan ets de veritat
Quan portes la cara
La creu i molt gas, molt gas, molt gas
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Against the current
Like a fleeing star
You can go cautiously
But in the end, nothing is certain
Take me to the river
Bring me laughter
I have a memory that lives in me
And makes me write
Maybe we used to be more normal
But we don't care
We are where we need to be
We are how we need to be
To do what you want
You'll have to go against the current
You already know it well
I don't give a damn if you have more likes
And take photos in expensive places
I like it when you shine
When you are real
When you wear your face
The cross and a lot of attitude
I don't give a damn if you have more likes
And take photos in expensive places
I like it when you shine
When you are real
When you wear your face
The cross and a lot of attitude, a lot of attitude, a lot of attitude
Who has domesticated you?
Who has plasticized you?
Who has made your phone your guardian angel?
We wanted to fly high and we are sick in the head
One more damn selfie and I'll lose my calm
Look at me
Made of power, fears, and lies
I saw so many dinosaurs fall
The death of leaders
The branch has become a tree
The forest covers the path
We are lost and I like living like this
Look, look
Made of power, fears, and lies
One more damn selfie and I'll ruin my life
Hey!
I don't give a damn if you have more likes
And take photos in expensive places
I like it when you shine
When you are real
When you wear your face
The cross and a lot of attitude
I don't give a damn if you have more likes
And take photos in expensive places
I like it when you shine
When you are real
When you wear your face
The cross and a lot of attitude, a lot of attitude, a lot of attitude
An Instagram filter
Doesn't cover the shit I see through my eyes
Dami Boi, I'm Catalan culture
Without writing like Ramon Llull
I see your posing from miles away
All year waiting for June to come
To post photos in a swimsuit that you took
On vacation at Cancun beach
Say you comment and I'll tell you who you are
Life escapes on LED screens
I see empty people buying smiles
Selling pieces of their soul by weight
I don't care about all your followers
If behind them you hide so many fears
If you try to paint the world with one color
If behind the gold chains, you see the brass
Maybe we used to be more normal
But we don't care
We are where we need to be
We are how we need to be
To do what you want
You'll have to go against the current
You already know it well
I don't give a damn if you have more likes
And take photos in expensive places
I like it when you shine
When you are real
When you wear your face
The cross and a lot of attitude
I don't give a damn if you have more likes
And take photos in expensive places
I like it when you shine
When you are real
When you wear your face
The cross and a lot of attitude, a lot of attitude, a lot of attitude