Ara Estem Sols
Puc estar tota un vida espolsant la pilota
Sempre m'acaba tornant
Puc apostar un poc més
I somriure en les fotos
Ja vindran ells a parlar
Puc allunyar-me del foco, dir que estic loco
Puc intentar encaixar
Tot el que diguen, total vaig pujar a eixa moto
Queda tragar I tragar
Pots allunyar-te del dia, la nit I dels vicis
Ser la persona exemplar
Pots suportar els insults, el rumor, el judici
Saps que és el preu a pagar
Pots ser el més diplomàtic, el rei del trapezi
Pots aguantar I aguantar
Pots observar a l'espill al senyor de la crisi
Ara comença a plorar
I ara estem sols
I queden lluny aquelles veus
Aquell soroll de zels I d'impotència
I ara estem sols, la meua pena I jo
El crit del cor contra la indiferència
Paga que paga el ninot no demana clemència
Més interessos que al banc
Vaga descalç per un mon de taurons, penitencia
No sap si és merda o si és fang
S'alça de nit taquicàrdic, perdent la consciència
Sent una guerra al seu cap
Tot un exèrcit de listos demana coherencia
Listos que estan al sofá
L'apoteosi
Quina afició per parlar, quin suplici
Per difamar I per pontificar
No aguantarien ni un dia l'ofici
I cride algú que desperte I que actue
Que traga del cap I del cor, que fluctue
I calla el cap, perdedor penitent
I crida el cor contra els indiferents
I ara estem sols
Now We Are Alone
I could spend a whole life chasing the ball
It always ends up coming back
I could bet a little more
And smile in the photos
They will come to talk
I could distance myself from the spotlight, say I'm crazy
I could try to fit in
Everything they say, after all, I got on that bike
Just swallow and swallow
You can distance yourself from the day, the night, and the vices
Be the exemplary person
You can endure insults, rumors, judgment
You know it's the price to pay
You can be the most diplomatic, the king of the trapeze
You can endure and endure
You can observe in the mirror the lord of the crisis
Now he starts to cry
And now we are alone
Those voices are far away
That noise of jealousy and helplessness
And now we are alone, my sorrow and I
The heart's cry against indifference
The puppet keeps paying, no mercy asked
More interest than in the bank
Walking barefoot in a world of sharks, penance
Doesn't know if it's shit or mud
Wakes up at night with palpitations, losing consciousness
Feeling a war in his head
A whole army of smart people demands coherence
Smart people on the couch
The apotheosis
What a passion for talking, what a torment
For defaming and pontificating
They wouldn't last a day in the profession
And someone shouts to wake up and act
To take out of the head and heart, to fluctuate
And the head shuts up, loser penitent
And the heart shouts against the indifferent
And now we are alone