Paroles et traduction Auxili - Pàgines negres

Pàgines negres

Tornen dies de dol, cares al sol
I caça als pobles rebels
Tornen gavines al port
Banderes de la mort al vent
Tornen trets de canons, metralla i plom, patrons que tallen anhels
Tornen les teles al front
Ara tremola el seu poder

Vénen les serps, muden les pells
Visten de taronja i de blau cel
Treuen les dents
Blanquejats pels senyorets
Pàgines negres escriuen

Hi ha una tempesta que trona als nostres carrers
Som la resposta que ara avança
I ara desperta, hem de fer fora a aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada

Hi ha una tempesta que trona als nostres carrers
Som la resposta que ara avança
I ara desperta, hem de fer fora a aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada

Tornen els gasos i el fum, bales als ulls
Mitjans que callen les veus
Tornen els signes obscurs
Mai s'esborraren eixes creus

Torna la sang i el joc brut, por al discurs
Matons que es creuen hereus
Tornen i aixequen els murs
Arrancant-nos les arrels

Vénen les serps, muden les pells
Visten de taronja i de blau cel
Treuen les dents
Blanquejats pels senyorets
Pàgines negres escriuen

Hi ha una tempesta que trona als nostres carrers
Som la resposta que ara avança
I ara desperta, hem de fer fora a aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada

Hi ha una tempesta que trona als nostres carrers
Som la resposta que ara avança
I ara desperta, hem de fer fora a aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada

La mateixa cara, la mateixa plata
La mateixa rata, la mateixa poli
Pipa, porra, placa i gorra, torna el nazi com zombi
Torna la nit i torna el gris
Puto país patètic
Canta auxili si torna la por al barri
Cauen les caretes dels que sempre han protegit
Canta auxili si torna la por al barri
Cauen les caretes si ens tornem a alçar units contra l'enemic
I esquiva la bala que mata, la serp, el poli i la rata
Ataca el canó que dispara, al blau, la gavina i l'estaca
Esquiva la bala que mata, i crida prou
Sols volíem la pau. Pàgines negres escriuen

Hi ha una tempesta que trona als nostres carrers
Som la resposta que ara avança
I ara desperta, hem de fer fora a aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada

Hi ha una tempesta que trona als nostres carrers
Som la resposta que ara avança
I ara desperta, hem de fer fora a aquesta gent
Que truquen de matinada

Black Pages

Days of mourning return, faces to the sun
And hunts in rebellious villages
Seagulls return to the port
Flags of death in the wind
Cannon shots return, shrapnel and lead, bosses who cut off aspirations
The cloths return to the front
Now their power trembles

The serpents come, shedding their skins
Dressed in orange and sky blue
They bare their teeth
Whitened by the lords
Black pages they write

There's a storm that thunders in our streets
We are the answer that now advances
And now awakens, we must drive out these people
Who call at dawn

There's a storm that thunders in our streets
We are the answer that now advances
And now awakens, we must drive out these people
Who call at dawn

The gases and smoke return, bullets in the eyes
Media that silence voices
The dark signs return
Those crosses were never erased

The blood and the dirty game return, fear of speech
Thugs who believe themselves heirs
They return and raise the walls
Tearing out our roots

The serpents come, shedding their skins
Dressed in orange and sky blue
They bare their teeth
Whitened by the lords
Black pages they write

There's a storm that thunders in our streets
We are the answer that now advances
And now awakens, we must drive out these people
Who call at dawn

There's a storm that thunders in our streets
We are the answer that now advances
And now awakens, we must drive out these people
Who call at dawn

The same face, the same money
The same rat, the same cop
Pipe, baton, badge and cap, the nazi returns like a zombie
The night returns and the gray returns
Fucking pathetic country
Sing for help if fear returns to the neighborhood
The masks of those who have always protected fall
Sing for help if fear returns to the neighborhood
The masks fall if we rise again united against the enemy
And dodge the bullet that kills, the snake, the cop and the rat
Attack the cannon that fires, the blue, the seagull and the stake
Dodge the bullet that kills, and shout enough
We only wanted peace. Black pages they write

There's a storm that thunders in our streets
We are the answer that now advances
And now awakens, we must drive out these people
Who call at dawn

There's a storm that thunders in our streets
We are the answer that now advances
And now awakens, we must drive out these people
Who call at dawn