Xafant Fang
Corríem com llops a la vora del riu
La cara bruta, el gest viu
Camp a través, barrancs amb patinet
Argelagues i bassals i els pantalons desfets
A comunions, només de convidats
A l'esglèsia vam entrar una volta a escuadrinyar
Fill meu, on vas? On has anat a parar?
Mala bascollà em vaig emportar
A mi em cuidava Amparo a l'eixir de l'escola
Quan a Carmela li s'allargava la faena
No en quedava altra que cooperar
La Joana sempre amb un plat preparat
Lo que faça falta, xé, suport mutu
Pa' a totes elles: amor perpetu
10 mares, 17 germans, som la tribu
Criant en collectivitat
I el matriarcat, viu però amagat
Que isca de les cases
I impregne tota la societat
Desfent-nos de la marca
Del poder de l'home blanc
De l'espasa i de la creu i del crist a la paret
Obrir els ulls al món, riure i blasfemar
No hi ha ningú allà dalt disposat a ajudar
Compartint eines, ho fem juntes
Regant les llavors de les idees comunes
Manaes de llobes i de llops
Xafant fang, yo
Xafant fang
Manaes de llobes i de llops
Manaes de llobes i de llops
Xafant fang, yo
Xafant fang
Corríem com llops pel carrer i el barranc
Del poli a la renfe, per barri o marjals
Tant donava, la roba del germà major
La bici del cosí del poble i l'entrepà pa' tots
Primer creuar, després mirar, disciplina
Imaginació i argot, street medicina
Xeringues, cabanyes, foc al descampat
La boca feta un cristo de pegar-me tant de bac
La mare el pare i sis cosins en un renault 7 a la platja
El sol implacable en la vega baixa
La 'uela i la Sole cuinant per a 30
I siempre hubo un platico
Pa' el que entrara por la puerta
Ni gomines ni tratges al cumple
Ni bateig ni litúrgies ni temples
Plens de merda i de fang, de carrers d'asfalt
Perquè els buits amb regals mai no s'omplin
La voluptuositat, l'efervescència
Els misteris insondables de l'adolescència
Fugíem del present, del futur, i amb la llei
Sentit militar i estrategia, ei
Discussions en el banc del parc
Contractes d'un dia al supermercat
Oficis
Amor incondicional
No importava el cost, ni el marge de benefici
Manaes de llobes i de llops
Xafant fang, yo
Xafant fang
Manaes de llobes i de llops
Manaes de llobes i de llops
Xafant fang, yo
Xafant fang
Molt bé
Què fem ací?
Ho parem?
Un solo?
Vols fer-te un solo?
Tira-li, va
Héctor, para, para, para
Xafant Fang
We ran like wolves by the river's edge
Dirty faces, lively gestures
Field through, ravines with skateboards
Thistles and puddles and torn pants
Only guests at communions
We sneaked into the church once to snoop around
Son, where are you going? Where have you ended up?
I took a bad tumble
Amparo took care of me when leaving school
When Carmela's work piled up
There was nothing left but to cooperate
Joana always with a prepared dish
Whatever is needed, yeah, mutual support
For all of them: eternal love
10 mothers, 17 siblings, we are the tribe
Raising children collectively
And the matriarchy, alive but hidden
That comes out of the houses
And permeates the whole society
Undoing the mark
Of the power of the white man
Of the sword and the cross and the Christ on the wall
Opening our eyes to the world, laughing and blaspheming
There's no one up there willing to help
Sharing tools, we do it together
Watering the seeds of common ideas
Hands of wolves and wolves
Mucking around, yo
Mucking around
Hands of wolves and wolves
Hands of wolves and wolves
Mucking around, yo
Mucking around
We ran like wolves through the streets and the ravine
From the police station to the train station, through neighborhoods or marshes
It didn't matter, the older brother's clothes
The cousin's bike from the village and sandwiches for everyone
First cross, then look, discipline
Imagination and slang, street medicine
Syringes, huts, fire in the wasteland
My mouth a mess from smoking so much weed
Mom, dad, and six cousins in a Renault 7 at the beach
The relentless sun in the low meadow
Grandma and Aunt Sole cooking for 30
And there was always a little plate
For whoever walked through the door
No gels or suits at the party
No baptisms or liturgies or temples
Full of shit and mud, from asphalt streets
Because empty spaces with gifts never fill up
Voluptuousness, effervescence
The unfathomable mysteries of adolescence
We fled from the present, from the future, and with the law
Military sense and strategy, hey
Discussions on the park bench
One-day contracts at the supermarket
Jobs
Unconditional love
The cost didn't matter, nor the profit margin
Hands of wolves and wolves
Mucking around, yo
Mucking around
Hands of wolves and wolves
Hands of wolves and wolves
Mucking around, yo
Mucking around
Very good
What are we doing here?
Should we stop?
A solo?
Do you want to do a solo?
Go for it, come on
Hector, stop, stop, stop