Vull
Vull que les canes que pentine parlen
Quantes històries guarda este cabet
Guarda secrets, crida el xiquet
Quan sent que, per fi, puc trobar-me
Que el veu prop de mi, vull trobar-te
Vull donar-te el que vols
Ansietat, frustracions, desterrar-les
Vull que m'entres endins, sense por
Sense por, sense atendre a raons
Fins que agafen les notes colors
Sense ordre, insurrectes
La sintesi perfecta, cançons
Cançons I cançons, amb lletres reals
Honestes, sinceres, egòlatres, rares
Donant via lliure al instint animal
Mirant com ens brillen les cares
I que brolle la ràbia d'un crit ancestral
I que fem de la por una dansa tribal
I que perguen I paguen amb sang esta fam
Que no tot en la vida és faena, que morir és no viure lluitant
Vull deixar de alienar-me amb la merda, omplir-me de ràbia I desig
Vull sentir-me d'on soc D'una terra, que m'importa prou més que un pais
Vull guanyar-los ja, ara I per sempre I que mama no plore, no s'ho mereix
El concepte és molt fàcil: Si ha de plorar algú que ploren ells!!
Imprimir caràcter I ritme, pessa més el cul que la moral
El orgull que pica, que ofega, moltes vergonyes per amagar
Vull que arribe algo, el que siga, però sé que si no em moc mal
Senc que igual això mai arriba, I hi ha algo m'espitja a abandonar
Vull gaudir de tot, sense mida, sense resistències ni frens
Se que eixa baralla és la vida, sempre que tingues un plat calent
Vull la veritat, la certessa, el sentit, que la gent es crega que pot!!!
Perdre la por, matar la culpa, amic, no demanem res, ho volem tot!!!
Sí, quiero que suene sincero, cortarle los hilos al titiritero ya!!
Quiero al poema sin amos, que crezca en las manos de algún alfarero
Sí, caigan las frutas del cesto, muera el traidor que dispara a los nuestros
Suene en la calle el clamor, sienta el tirano angustia y dolor
Qui serà el valent que li ho conte als nostres fills?
Quants podran mirar-se algun dia al espill?
Qui pot assumir-ho que no és tan senzill, però
Hem de seguir, hem de seguir
I Want
I want the dogs I comb to speak
How many stories this head holds
It keeps secrets, the boy shouts
When I feel that, finally, I can find myself
That he sees me close to me, I want to find you
I want to give you what you want
Anxiety, frustrations, banish them
I want you to enter me, without fear
Without fear, without listening to reasons
Until the notes take on colors
Without order, rebellious
The perfect synthesis, songs
Songs and songs, with real lyrics
Honest, sincere, egotistical, rare
Giving free rein to the animal instinct
Watching our faces shine
And let the rage of an ancestral scream bubble
And let's make fear a tribal dance
And let them lose and pay with blood this hunger
That not everything in life is work, that to die is not to live fighting
I want to stop alienating myself with shit, fill myself with rage and desire
I want to feel where I am from, from a land that matters to me more than a country
I want to win them now, forever, and let mom not cry, she doesn't deserve it
The concept is very simple: If someone has to cry, let them cry!!
Printing character and rhythm, the ass weighs more than morals
The pride that stings, that suffocates, many shames to hide
I want something to arrive, whatever it is, but I know that if I don't move, it's bad
I feel like this may never arrive, and something nags me to give up
I want to enjoy everything, without measure, without resistances or brakes
I know that struggle is life, as long as you have a hot meal
I want the truth, the certainty, the meaning, that people believe they can!!!
Lose fear, kill guilt, friend, we don't ask for anything, we want it all!!!
Yes, I want it to sound sincere, cut the strings of the puppeteer now!!
I want the poem without masters, to grow in the hands of some potter
Yes, let the fruits fall from the basket, let the traitor who shoots at us die
Let the clamor sound in the street, let the tyrant feel anguish and pain
Who will be the brave one to tell our children?
How many will be able to look in the mirror one day?
Who can assume that it is not so simple, but
We must go on, we must go on