Ventiladors
Volen lligar-te a un discurs, a una bandera
Tot el que eres seràs
Volen nugar-te a una marca, a una idea
Volen que digues si és negre o si és blanc
Volen la nit de la vida
La volen buida, no volen vore't dubtar
Volen quietut I la volen indefinida
Volen la seguretat
Ser d'este món és un poc complicat
Ser I no ser-ho de forma normal
Baix del meu llit tonelades de tristesa
Em queda bé la disfressa de sant?
De què estas fugint quan acuses?
Les teues paraules on van?
Quan no quede res, tampoc hi haurà excuses
Tornen les hòsties com un boomerang
Ara és blaneta la pedra
Ara fa un fred tropical
S'han fet de pau I de guerra
Totes les contradiccions
I les cançons, ventiladors
Que esguiten merda, merda per a tots!!
Deixa que et cante la carta, tenim de tot
De qualitat normaleta
Li pose tot el carinyo, baixa eixe foc
Volen la base ben feta
Si a mi se'm talla la salsa, un nou bufó
Mai menjaré de calent
He de mantindre esta farsa, qui paga mana
Sóc jo o son ells els clients?
Volen paraules com armes, dignes I plenes
Que òbrigues cor I cartera
Volen metàfores I actes, drama I teatre
Volen titella I trinxera
Volen que passes l'examen que ells posen
Volen ser jutges I autoritat
Volen que dones la pasta del merxan
Diguem-ho clar: Volen manar
Deixa que traga l'ego a subasta
Ja prou d'escriure I pensar a la carta
Deixa que diga el que pensa el dimoni dormit
Deixa que em lleve el vestit
Somiaven feres dormides, frases domades
Líriques subordinades
Plats ben calents, postres gelats
Volien merda I tenen Raval
Ara és blaneta la pedra
Volen I volen, no solen buidar
Tot ho controlen, el bé I el mal
Eixa és la fórmula, este és un fals
Eixes no molen, no em fan volar
Eixa has fallat la teoria I la canviaria
Esta és un poc regular
Esta està bé però es nota l'hipocresia
I a esta li falla el final
Critica I ataca
Mira la butxaca
Heroi sense capa
Lo que diga el negrata!
Ara és blaneta la pedra
Fans
They want to tie you to a speech, to a flag
Everything you are will be
They want to link you to a brand, to an idea
They want you to say if it's black or if it's white
They want the night of life
They want it empty, they don't want to see you doubt
They want stillness and they want it indefinite
They want security
Being from this world is a bit complicated
Being and not being in a normal way
Under my bed tons of sadness
Does the saint disguise suit me?
What are you running from when you accuse?
Where do your words go?
When there's nothing left, there will be no excuses
The punches come back like a boomerang
Now the stone is white
Now it's a tropical cold
They've become peace and war
All contradictions
And songs, fans
That blow shit, shit for everyone!!
Let me sing you the letter, we have everything
Of normal quality
I put all the love, lower that fire
They want the base well done
If the sauce is cut off for me, a new jester
I'll never eat hot
I have to keep up this farce, who pays calls the shots
Is it me or are they the clients?
They want words as weapons, worthy and full
That open hearts and wallets
They want metaphors and acts, drama and theater
They want puppet and trench
They want you to pass the exam they set
They want to be judges and authority
They want you to give the money from the merch
Let's say it clearly: they want to rule
Let the ego be auctioned off
Enough of writing and thinking in the letter
Let the sleeping demon speak his mind
Let me take off the suit
They dreamed of sleeping beasts, tamed phrases
Subordinate lyrics
Hot dishes, cold desserts
They wanted shit and they have Raval
Now the stone is white
They want and want, they don't usually empty
They control everything, the good and the bad
That's the formula, this is a fake
Those don't grind, they don't make me fly
You failed the theory and I would change it
This is a bit regular
This is fine but the hypocrisy is noticeable
And this one fails at the end
Criticize and attack
Look at the pocket
Hero without a cape
Whatever the black guy says!
Now the stone is white