Lyrics and translation Zoo - Vull

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 síntesi 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 sóc, d'una terra
Que m'importa prou més que un país

Vull guanyar-los ja, ara i per sempre
I que mamà no plore, no s'ho mereix
El concepte és molt fàcil
Si ha de plorar algú que ploren ells

Imprimir caràcter i ritme
Pesa 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
Sé 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
No demanem res, ho volem tot

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

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

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

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

(Qui serà el valent que li ho conte als nostres fills) I que brolle la ràbia d'un crit ancestral
(Quants podran mirar-se algun dia al espill?) I que fem de la por una dansa tribal
(Qui pot assumir-ho que no és tan senzill, però) I que perguen i paguen amb sang esta fam
Que no tot en la vida és faena (Hem de seguir)
Que morir és no viure lluitant (Hem de seguir)
Que no tot en la vida és faena (Hem de seguir)
Que morir és no viure lluitant (Hem de seguir)

Vull

I want the hairs I comb to speak
How many stories this head keeps
Keeps secrets, screams the child
When it feels that, finally, I can find myself

That it sees you 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 reason
Until the notes take on colors
Without order, insurgent
The perfect synthesis, songs

Songs and songs, with real lyrics
Honest, sincere, egocentric, rare
Giving free rein to the animal instinct
Watching how our faces shine

And that the rage of an ancestral cry bursts forth
And that we make fear a tribal dance
And that they lose and pay with blood for this hunger
That not everything in life is work
That dying is not living fighting

I want to stop alienating myself with shit
Fill myself with rage and desire
I want to feel where I'm from, from a land
That matters to me much more than a country

I want to win them already, now and forever
And that mom doesn't cry, she doesn't deserve it
The concept is very easy
If anyone has to cry, let them cry

Printing character and rhythm
Ass weighs more than morals
The pride that stings, that suffocates
Many shames to hide

I want something to arrive, whatever it may be
But I know that if I don't move bad
I feel like this may never come
And there's something pushing me to give up

I want to enjoy everything, without measure
Without resistance or brakes
I know that this fight is life
As long as you have a hot meal

I want the truth, the certainty, the sense
That people believe that they can
Lose fear, kill guilt
We don't ask for anything, we want everything

And that the rage of an ancestral cry bursts forth
And that we make fear a tribal dance
And that they lose and pay with blood for this hunger
That not everything in life is work
That dying is not living fighting

Yes, I want it to sound sincere
Cut the strings of the puppeteer now
I want the poem without masters
Let it grow in the hands of some potter

Yes, let the fruits fall from the basket
May the traitor who shoots at us die
May the clamour ring out in the street
May the tyrant feel anguish and pain

And that the rage of an ancestral cry bursts forth
And that we make fear a tribal dance
And that they lose and pay with blood for this hunger
That not everything in life is work
That dying is not living fighting

And that the rage of an ancestral cry bursts forth
And that we make fear a tribal dance
And that they lose and pay with blood for this hunger
That not everything in life is work
That dying is not living fighting

(Who will be the brave one to tell our children) And that the rage of an ancestral cry bursts forth
(How many will be able to look at themselves in the mirror one day?) And that we make fear a tribal dance
(Who can assume that it is not so simple, but) And that they lose and pay with blood for this hunger
That not everything in life is work (We have to keep going)
That dying is not living fighting (We have to keep going)
That not everything in life is work (We have to keep going)
That dying is not living fighting (We have to keep going)