Lyrics and translation Zoo - Ventiladors

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 estàs 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 pa' 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 que guanyes
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
Ara fa un fred tropical
S'han fet de pau i de guerra
Totes les contradiccions
I les cançons, ventiladors
Que esguiten merda, merda pa' tots

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
Ara fa un fred tropical
S'han fet de pau i de guerra
Totes les contradiccions
I les cançons, ventiladors
Que esguiten merda, merda pa' tots

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 pa' tots

Fans

They want to tie you to a discourse, to a flag
All that you are you will be
They want to bind 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 peace and quiet and they want it indefinite
They want security

Being from this world is a bit complicated
To be and not to be in a normal way
Under my bed, tons of sadness
Does the saint's disguise suit me?

What are you running from when you accuse?
Where do your words go?
When there is nothing left, there will be no excuses either
The blows come back like a boomerang

Now the stone is white
Now it's tropical cold
They have become peace and war
All the contradictions
And the songs, fans
That sprinkle shit, shit for everyone

Let me sing you the letter, we have everything
Of normal quality
I put all my love into it, turn down that fire
They want the base well done
If my sauce is cut off, a new jester
I will never eat hot food
I have to keep up this farce, whoever pays the piper calls the tune
Is it me or are they the clients?

They want words like weapons, dignified and full
That open hearts and wallets
They want metaphors and acts, drama and theater
They want puppets and trenches

They want you to pass the exam they set
They want to be judges and authority
They want you to give the money you earn
Let's be clear: they want to rule

Let the ego swallow up the auction
Enough of writing and thinking à la carte
Let the sleeping devil say what he thinks
Let me take off my suit
They dreamed of sleeping beasts, tamed phrases
Subordinated lyrics
Hot dishes, frozen desserts
They wanted shit and they have Raval

Now the stone is white
Now it's tropical cold
They have become peace and war
All the contradictions
And the songs, fans
That sprinkle shit, shit for everyone

They want and want, they don't usually empty
They control everything, good and evil
That's the formula, this is a fake

Those don't grind, they don't make me fly
That one has failed the theory and I would change it
This one is a bit so-so
This one is fine, but you can tell the hypocrisy
And this one has a flawed ending

Criticize and attack
Look at the pocket
Hero without a cape
Whatever the black guy says

Now the stone is white
Now it's tropical cold
They have become peace and war
All the contradictions
And the songs, fans
That sprinkle shit, shit for everyone

Now the stone is white
Now it's tropical cold
They have become peace and war
All the contradictions
And the songs, fans
That sprinkle shit, shit for everyone