EPÍLEG
I si el pas del temps es sols perversió
Tu saps de mi massa, jo no sé qui soc
O què som, jo vaig escapar d'un zoo
I què puta és la guerra i quina pau el bosc
Estava jo dormint al meu cau era 2013
Va aparèixer Panxo amb ritmes lletres
Somnis esgarrats en bolses, ens llancem al riu al 2014
Estiu, que bonic sentir-se viu, gràcies a Dasousa i l'amor dels meus
Benvingut Marcos, benvingut Arnau
Tot això ara és vostre, tot això ara és teu
Va vindre Hector, ell: Tan Galàn, tan distret
Ja va fins el sostre la furgoneta
Molta més passió que excelència als concerts
Moltes samarretes amb la meua jeta
En un any ha canviat el plan
Segon album, queda poc saldo s'ho passen mal
Sonaran més himnes? Eixiran les nòmines?
Por, suor i llàgrimes, tot això és Raval
Ja estava Natxet: Tan Ciscar, tan Ki Sap, tan discret
Em falta algo i no sé què és
Toquen a la porta i alegria, era Pollet, com venia
Com elefant en catxarreria
La maquina engrasada, les factures pagaes
S'allarguen les ressaques, no guanyen pa empastraes
Respecten als curreles, ignoren als tolais
Excepte en aquell poble que acaben a galtaes
Fi del primer cicle, m'he deixat tants noms, com diria
La perruqueria, ells saben qui son
Molt de jaleo, de deshonrats i faranduleo
Algu va a pensar en fer cançons
I think you shout for me when I am talking you
I'm trying to forget In Roma
And I am playing music, singing far from you, don't spect respect the wolf is over
Dos zero Dos zero, any de paró i ve pandèmia
La que vam lliurar no té ni nom
Què previsors que vam ser guardant llenya
I què inexplicable tindre tanta sort
Va ser extranya, fecunda, bohèmia
Poca pirotècnia, molta diversió
Si he posar nota a este període d'incertesses i angúnia
Jo li done un punt: D'inflexió
De tobogans i d'ironies, de llepolies
Si fores jo també ho faries, menys tonteries
Ovacions i trofeus, la gent en peu al coliseum
Donant-se la pau i en harmonia
I la ideologia: Que va ser d'això?
Ells t'ho contarien però no vull jo
Pujar a un altar, castigar, demanar perdó
No arribarà el dia, no soc religiós
Bojos del goig i la paraula: En peu!
Rojos i ateus, caiga qui caiga, veus?
Filòsofs d'afters hours i de sobretaula
Els meus, estil, agitació i propaganda
En la samarreta corbella i martell
I altres conviccions que em van donar treball
Va ser tan bonico deixar-se la pell
Però una faena per a sempre mai
I "aspai" , busqueu-nos al sud
On no seguim les modes i ens currem el discurs
De causes comuns, la nostra zona l'escenari, pintamones
El llit, el parc i el diccionari, la barra i el vermouth
I hem deixat un rastre de verí, de mares a fills, podeu traure pit, i amics: No
Patiu per mi
Que vaig tindre sort i bona vida
Missió complida, xé, què he sigut feliç
I think you shout for me when I am talking you
I'm trying to forget In Roma
And I am playing music, singing far from you, don't spect respect the wolf is over
EPILOGUE
And if the passage of time is only perversion
You know too much about me, I don't know who I am
Or what are we, I escaped from a zoo
And what a whore is war and what peace is the forest
I was sleeping in my den, it was 2013
Panxo appeared with lyrical rhythms
Torn dreams in bags, we throw ourselves into the river in 2014
Summer, how nice to feel alive, thanks to Dasousa and the love of mine
Welcome Marcos, welcome Arnau
All this is yours now, all this is yours now
Hector came, he: So gallant, so distracted
The van is already up to the roof
Much more passion than excellence at concerts
Many shirts with my jeta
In a year the plan has changed
Second album, little balance left, they're having a hard time
Will more hymns be played? Will the payrolls come out?
Fear, sweat and tears, all this is Raval
Natxet was already there: So Ciscar, so Ki Sap, so discreet
I'm missing something and I don't know what it is
They knock on the door and joy, it was Pollet, as he came
Like an elephant in a trap
The machine oiled, the bills paid
Hangovers get longer, they don't win bread
They respect the currelas, they ignore the tolais
Except in that town they end up in galtaes
End of the first cycle, I have left so many names, as I would say
The hairdresser, they know who they are
A lot of jaleo, dishonored and faranduleo
Someone is going to think about making songs
I think you shout for me when I am talking to you
I'm trying to forget In Rome
And I am playing music, singing far from you, don't expect respect the wolf is over
Two zero Two zero, break year and pandemic coming
The one we delivered doesn't even have a name
How farsighted we were saving firewood
And how inexplicable to be so lucky
It was strange, fecund, bohemian
Little pyrotechnics, lots of fun
If I put a note to this period of uncertainty and anguish
I give it a point: Inflection
Of slides and ironies, of lepolies
If you were me you would do it too, less nonsense
Standing ovations and trophies, people standing in the coliseum
Giving each other peace and harmony
And ideology: What happened to that?
They would tell you but I don't want to
Go up to an altar, punish, ask for forgiveness
The day won't come, I'm not religious
Crazy with joy and the word: Standing!
Reds and atheists, fall who falls, you see?
Philosophers of after hours and table
Mine, style, agitation and propaganda
In the basket and hammer shirt
And other convictions that gave me work
It was so nice to shed your skin
But a job forever never
And "aspai" , look for us in the south
Where we don't follow fashions and talk about ourselves
Common causes, our area the scene, pintamones
The bed, the park and the dictionary, the bar and the vermouth
And we have left a trail of poison, from mothers to children, you can breastfeed, and friends: No
suffer for me
That I was lucky and had a good life
Mission accomplished, hey, I've been so happy
I think you shout for me when I am talking to you
I'm trying to forget In Rome
And I am playing music, singing far from you, don't expect respect the wolf is over