Intro
I al final la mata
L'assasí de maleta I corbata
Eixe paper que portava el verí
Eixos decrets que son bales de plata
Aquell gestor va desfer el camí
La desnonaren d'allí de sa casa
El mercat marca les normes, I en fi
Ara la vida la venen barata
Al mateix temps un xic grava una cosa
Una motet, una platja, una llosa
Sobre els seus muscles per coses d'abans
Parla d'amor I detesta el romanç
Parla de penes quan odia les seues
Controla el ritme, l'estil, eixes merdes
No té valor per trencar les cadenes
No té l'estómag pa cumplir les normes
I vol deixar fer, I fer si li deixen
I no vol ser uno més d'eixos jutges
Que ara ja és, perquè és lletra I discurs
Perquè és imatge, és llei, és producte
Idolatría, despreci, complot
Hi haurà castig o hi haurà recompensa
A tir de pedra teniu al ninot
La cirugía del crític comença
Crea, lluita maniquea
El mon plorant, tu davant: Quet
Crea, puja la marea
Obri les vel•les I arrea
Intro
At the end, he kills
The assassin with a suitcase and tie
That paper he carried the poison
Those decrees that are silver bullets
That manager undid the path
They evicted her from her house
The market sets the rules, and in the end
Now life is sold cheap
At the same time, a guy records something
A tune, a beach, a slab
On his muscles for things from before
He talks about love and hates the romance
He talks about pain when he hates his
Controls the rhythm, the style, that crap
He doesn't have the courage to break the chains
He doesn't have the stomach to follow the rules
And wants to let go, and do if they let him
And he doesn't want to be one more of those judges
Who now is, because he's lyrics and speech
Because he's image, law, product
Idolatry, contempt, conspiracy
There will be punishment or there will be reward
You have the doll within stone's throw
The critic's surgery begins
Create, fight manichean
The world crying, you in front: Quiet
Create, raise the tide
Open the sails and go