Paroles et traduction Puxi feat. ZOO - Correfoc (Puxi Remix)

Correfoc (Puxi Remix)

Hi ha paraules orfes de diners
Hi ha discursos buits i hi ha silencis suggerents,
Conversacions que amaguen secrets,
Hi ha birra en la taula
Hi ha discusions càlides, delers.
Hi ha senyors de tratge i vida allada, casa amurallada,
Creadors de ruïna acumulada.
Hi ha monstres que enganyen a la gent, a la nostra gent,
Hi ha derrotes d'ultima jugada.
Tants anhels que es queden en anhels, frustració allargada,
Maten l'esperança de l'obrer.
El cor en què gire la balança, el cap als quefers,
Por i confiança, penes i plaers
I una batalla perduda des de temps immemorials
Una ràbia irracional, un voler fer el que cal
Una mà germana, un abraç sincer,
El poble mana, i canta convençut el que sent i diu:
En la meua boca un correfoc
En la teua orella una verbena
Si la cançó mata la pena
Som emisaris de la mort.
En la meua boca un correfoc
En la teua orella una verbena
Si la cançó mata la pena
Som emisaris de la mort.
Hi ha una verbena a la meua boca, i la vam fer junts,
S'està fent de dia, glops i fum.
Retardant la fi, demanen vi i volen quedar-se,
Jugar, follar i revolcar-se, allà cadascú.
Que isquen al pati, que el temps dilate, que traguen pit.
Moren la llei, la norma i els estereotips.
Moren el càlcul i "cotilles parlanxins".
Matem també a eixe fatxa que portem endins.
I una foguera que incinere, i que deixe enrere
Traumes i obscuritat, que depure que allibere.
Que creme la crueltat, l' avarícia i l'estafa,
Que compartim el pà, l'aigua i les cases.
Vam cultivar un verger al desert,
T'hem descobert un oasi.
Tota una vida fugint-li al present.
De tots els focs farem brases.
En la meua boca un correfoc
En la teua orella una verbena
Si la cançó mata la pena
Som emisaris de la mort.
En la meua boca un correfoc
En la teua orella una verbena
Si la cançó mata la pena
Som emisaris de la mort.
Ni furtant-nos els somnis
Ni cremant la trinxera
Ni amb la llei, ni el tricorni
Ni amb presons ni cavernes
Callaran a la fera.
Ni furtant-nos els somnis
Ni cremant la trinxera
Ni amb la llei, ni el tricorni
Ni amb presons ni cavernes
Callaran a la fera.
Ni furtant-nos els somnis
Ni cremant la trinxera
Ni amb la llei, ni el tricorni
Ni amb presons ni cavernes
Callaran a la fera.
Ni furtant-nos els somnis
Ni cremant la trinxera
Ni amb la llei, ni el tricorni
Ni amb presons ni cavernes
Callaran a la fera.

Correfoc (Puxi Remix)

There are words orphaned from money
There are empty speeches and there are suggestive silences,
Conversations that hide secrets,
There's beer on the table
There are heated discussions, desires.
There are gentlemen in suits and side-lined lives, walled-in houses,
Creators of accumulated ruin.
There are monsters that deceive people, our people,
There are defeats from the last play.
So many yearnings that remain as yearnings, prolonged frustration,
They kill the worker's hope.
The heart in which the balance turns, the head in everyday life,
Fear and trust, sorrows and pleasures
And a battle lost since time immemorial
An irrational rage, a desire to do what is necessary
A friendly hand, a sincere hug,
The people rule, and they sing convinced of what they feel and say:
In my mouth a correfoc
In your ear a verbena
If the song kills the pain
We are emissaries of death.
In my mouth a correfoc
In your ear a verbena
If the song kills the pain
We are emissaries of death.
There is a verbena in my mouth, and we made it together,
It's getting light, sips and smoke.
Delaying the end, they ask for wine and want to stay,
To play, to fuck and to wallow, each one there.
Let them go out into the yard, let time dilate, let them embrace.
The law, the norm and the stereotypes die.
Calculation and "gossiping" die.
We also kill that fascist that we carry within us.
And a bonfire that incinerates, and leaves behind
Traumas and darkness, that purifies, that frees.
Let it burn cruelty, greed and deceit,
Let us share the bread, the water and the houses.
We cultivated an orchard in the desert,
We have discovered an oasis for you.
A whole life running away from the present.
We will make embers from all the fires.
In my mouth a correfoc
In your ear a verbena
If the song kills the pain
We are emissaries of death.
In my mouth a correfoc
In your ear a verbena
If the song kills the pain
We are emissaries of death.
Neither by stealing our dreams
Nor by burning the trench
Neither with the law, nor the tricorn
Neither with prisons nor caverns
They will silence the beast.
Neither by stealing our dreams
Nor by burning the trench
Neither with the law, nor the tricorn
Neither with prisons nor caverns
They will silence the beast.
Neither by stealing our dreams
Nor by burning the trench
Neither with the law, nor the tricorn
Neither with prisons nor caverns
They will silence the beast.
Neither by stealing our dreams
Nor by burning the trench
Neither with the law, nor the tricorn
Neither with prisons nor caverns
They will silence the beast.