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Quan No Ens Queda Res

Pels carrers del nostre temps
Es podreix el nostre passat
Allò que ens fa sentir-nos vius
Tendresa de qui ens ha criat

Pels carrers del Cabanyal
Pels carrers del nostre temps
L'asfalt crema tots els moments
I amb ells la nostra realitat

Ja no ens queda
Ja no ens queda res
Ja no ens quedarà res mai, mai més

Resseguint tots els colors
Resseguint tots els carrers
Sentat mirant com trenca el mar
La ràbia crema el seu plorar

Pels carrers del nostre temps
Entre parlars dels nostres vells
Sentint olors de camps cremats
Història morta a cops d'asfalt

Ja no ens queda
Ja no ens queda res
Ja no ens quedarà res mai, mai més

I ara quan et mire als ulls
I ara quan et sent a prop
Veig que ja no ens queda res
Que ja no, ja no ens queda res

Han cremat el nostre passat
La terra que ens van robar
Però no cremaran les arrels
No podran cremar les arrels

Caminant pels nostres carrers
Caminant pel nostre temps
No tenim cap lloc on anar
Tampoc en tenim per recordar

Intenten cremar el passat
Cremant la terra, el cel i el mar
Memòria d'un poble amagat
Història d'un temps imposat

Ja no ens queda
Ja no ens queda res
Ja no ens quedarà res mai, mai més

I ara quan et mire als ulls
I ara quan et sent a prop
Veig que ja no ens queda res
Que ja no, ja no ens queda res

Han cremat el nostre passat
La terra que ens van robar
Però no cremaran les arrels
No podran cremar les arrels

When We've Got Nothing Left

Through the streets of our time
Our past is rotting away
That which makes us feel alive
Tenderness of those who raised us

Through the streets of Cabanyal
Through the streets of our time
Asphalt burns all the moments
And with them our reality

We've got nothing left
We've got nothing left
We'll never, ever have anything left

Tracing all the colors
Tracing all the streets
Sitting watching the sea break
Rage burns its weeping

Through the streets of our time
Among the talk of our elders
Smelling the scents of burnt fields
History killed by asphalt blows

We've got nothing left
We've got nothing left
We'll never, ever have anything left

And now when I look into your eyes
And now when I feel you near
I see that we've got nothing left
That we've got nothing, nothing left

They've burned our past
The land they stole from us
But they won't burn the roots
They can't burn the roots

Walking through our streets
Walking through our time
We have nowhere to go
Nor do we have anything to remember

They try to burn the past
Burning the land, the sky, and the sea
Memory of a hidden people
History of an imposed time

We've got nothing left
We've got nothing left
We'll never, ever have anything left

And now when I look into your eyes
And now when I feel you near
I see that we've got nothing left
That we've got nothing, nothing left

They've burned our past
The land they stole from us
But they won't burn the roots
They can't burn the roots