Estiu
Cau la calor a la safor bombeja el ritme
No estem fent merda facilona, ací fem himnes
Se'n va el dolor amb la olor a mar, les primaveres
Demanen vida, l'estiu arriba
El sol ha eixit, la radio sona, estem vius
Estic fent temes I esperant per si somrius
Érem feliços amb mentires, de mil colors
Tinc els conflictes d'un suicida, tinc por
I vull tornar als meus impulsos, ser pràctic
Que si ella sona jo tremole, lo màxim
Venen trompetes, no és Gillespie
Etern als samples, és Ainsley: Brother, ho volen simple
Volen que venga el discurs que ven, que no qüestione
Volen que calle I que puje al tren
I aquella gent que em demana frases? Que
Em diu que torne? No s'imaginen lo mal que em senc
Pero hui ja passe del drama
Vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema
Jo tinc sed de vida, no de fama
No vull que un error siga un problema
Però hui ja passe del drama
L'auto-compassió és una condena
Jo tinc sed de vida, no de fama
No vull ni la reixa ni la pena
Res del que passa és comparable a tu
La nostra eixida eixida, homes I dones d'actes impurs
Tu eres rebel I consentida, res del que passa és comparable
A tu. Passa la vida!
Res del passa es comparable a tu
La nostra eixida, homes I dones d'actes impurs
Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable
A tu. Passa la vida!
I un altre any perdut en esta confussió vital
Lluitant contra els dimonis que van per dins cridant
Buscant guanyar-me la partida, I perdre la raó
Buscant que perga les forces, passa la vida I jo
Veig als majors I pense en tot el que es mereixen
I baixa la esperança I puja el pa
I amb esta perspectiva qui vol crèixer, eh?
Dubtes I dubtes, depressió ve I eufòria va
Que no serà per ganes de ficar les bombes
Que serà per la por a perdre el que tenim
Qui no censura el fons, critica per les formes
I uns passen del tema, I uns filen massa prim
Volen que venga el discurs que ven, la porten clara
Jo el que vull vendre és la victòria cara
Que vull mirar als ulls si un dia arriba l'hora
Que no puc ser feliç amb tanta merda ahí fora
Pero hui ja passe del drama
Summer
The heat falls on the Safor, pumps the rhythm
We're not doing easy crap, here we make anthems
The pain goes away with the smell of the sea, the springs
They ask for life, summer arrives
The sun has risen, the radio plays, we are alive
I'm making songs and waiting in case you smile
We were happy with lies, in a thousand colors
I have the conflicts of a suicidal, I'm afraid
And I want to return to my impulses, be practical
That if she calls I tremble, the most
Trumpets come, it's not Gillespie
Eternal in the samples, it's Ainsley: Brother, they want it simple
They want the speech that sells, that doesn't question
They want me to shut up and get on the train
And those people who ask me for phrases? Who
Tell me to come back? They can't imagine how bad I feel
But today I'm over the drama
I want to touch the fire, feel it burn
I thirst for life, not for fame
I don't want a mistake to be a problem
But today I'm over the drama
Self-pity is a sentence
I thirst for life, not for fame
I don't want the bars or the pain
Nothing that happens is comparable to you
Our exit, men and women of impure acts
You are rebellious and indulged, nothing that happens is comparable
To you. Life goes on!
Nothing that happens is comparable to you
Our exit, men and women of impure acts
Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable
To you. Life goes on!
And another year lost in this vital confusion
Fighting against the demons inside screaming
Trying to win the game, and lose reason
Looking to lose strength, life goes on and I
I see the elders and think about all they deserve
Hope decreases and bread rises
And with this perspective, who wants to grow, huh?
Doubts and doubts, depression comes and euphoria goes
It won't be for the desire to set off bombs
It will be for the fear of losing what we have
Who doesn't censor the essence, criticizes the forms
And some ignore the issue, some thread too thin
They want the speech that sells, they have it clear
What I want to sell is the expensive victory
That I want to look in the eyes if the time comes
That I can't be happy with so much crap out there
But today I'm over the drama