AVANT
Un senyor que s'oxida al sofà
Una ment que no troba la boca
Una vida que no sap parlar
Un profeta més de la derrota
Un patriota de la soledat
De deixar-se dur, una mascota
Un imbècil amb autoritat
Un sacríleg de la integritat
Cauen les filles anònimes: Mort natural
Fallen les forces, clima hivernal
Tristes i anades, quina postal
Lluny de les llums, dels pedestals
Sense homenatges ni flors en corones
Com si sols foren persones normals
Com si en un món de misèria i de runes
Fora bonic oblidar
S'ha intoxicat la mollera
S'han oblidat d'estimar
De vore tan gran la bandera
La vista es comença a cansar
S'ha intoxicat la mollera
S'han oblidat d'estimar
I ara respirar és una quimera
Però estaran
Les nostres sempre estaran
Com pedra dins la sabata
Com la palmera que aguanta l'huracà
I allà estaran
Fent burla i fent sacrilegi
Per sempre bruixa i heretge
Sempre a la contra i avant!
Pregueu-li a l'amo que entenga la joventut
Que se'ls perdone este suïcidi prematur
La seua sort no és vostra, però l’enterro costa
I els han cobrat la medicina i el taüt
Cauen herois baix el pes de la fe en la divisa
Orfes d'amor omplin la misa
Ixen les hordes de les cavernes
Guarden la merda baix la catifa
I, com sempre, pagues tu la seua festa
El resultat era un, la jugada era perfecta
Forward
A man rusting on the sofa
A mind that can't find the words
A life that can't speak
Another prophet of defeat
A patriot of loneliness
Being carried away, a pet
An idiot with authority
A sacrilege of integrity
The anonymous girls fall: Natural death
The forces fall, winter climate
Sad and gone, what a postcard
Far from the lights, from the pedestals
No tributes or flowers in crowns
As if they were just normal people
As if in a world of misery and ruins
It would be nice to forget
The brain has been poisoned
They forgot to love
Seeing such a big flag
The sight begins to tire
The brain has been poisoned
They forgot to love
And now breathing is a chimera
But they will be there
Ours will always be there
Like a stone in the shoe
Like the palm tree that withstands the hurricane
And there they will be
Mocking and sacrilegious
Forever witch and heretic
Always against and forward!
Pray to the master to understand the youth
To forgive them this premature suicide
Their luck is not yours, but the burial is expensive
And they charged for the medicine and the coffin
Heroes fall under the weight of faith in the currency
Love orphans fill the mass
The hordes come out of the caves
They hide the shit under the carpet
And, as always, you pay for their party
The result was one, the move was perfect