Paroles et traduction VaDeBo - Ciutat-Presó

Ciutat-Presó

No tenen nom les ombres ni els malsons
De la nostra ciutat on tot és vigilat.
No tenen noms mordasses i barrots
Fetes per castigar qui vol la llibertat.

Canvien els noms per maquillar el món.
Sulfatadors de por, són intrusos als cors.
Fan la bruta tasca de castigar
Un moviment sobtat,
El volum més alt.

Ens hem cansat de nombres, uniformes,
D'estar vigilats.
De les seues normes, inconformes,
De l'autoritat.
I aquesta nit li posarem fi
A murs i cel·les, pors i condemnes.
El poble amotinat.

Tot el control per a qui no té nom,
Rostres enlluernats diuen que s'ha acabat.
Esperant la nit, esperant el final,
Ja no vigilaran, ja no castigaran.

Ens hem cansat d'horaris, ser precaris,
D'estar alienats.
De ser adversaris per salaris,
De misèria.
I aquesta nit li posarem fi
A les mordasses, mitjans de masses.
El poble amotinat.

Uoeoeo
La nostra veu s'escolta, ben fort.
Uoeoeo
De cor segur que tomba, la por.

No tenen nom les ombres ni els malsons
D'una gris ciutat on tot és vigilat.
No tenen noms mordasses i barrots
Amb set de castigar qui vol la llibertat.

Ara que hem recordat els nostres noms,
Ara que ja em tallat tots els senyals.
Ara que hem vist les cares dels companys
I les companyes, ja no ho podran aturar.

Ens hem cansat d'estar entre barreres,
Manipulats.
De ser com ninots a les vidrieres
De "l'atrociutat".
I aquesta nit, li posarem fi
A les cadenes, garrot i regnes.
El poble amotinat.

De les clavegueres fins al punt més alt de la ciutat,
Les ombres ara seran les nostres aliades.
Ara patim la fam d'una estació que marcarà
El nou canvi de rumb, farà fort el nostre pas.

Uoeoeo
La nostra veu s'escolta, ben fort
Eh eh
Uoeoeo
De cor segur que tomba, la por

Prison City

Shadows and nightmares have no name in
Our town where everything is watched.
Muzzles and bars have no name
Made to punish those who want freedom.

They change names to make up the world.
Sprayers of fear, they are intruders in hearts.
They do the dirty work of punishing
A sudden movement,
The loudest volume.

We are tired of numbers, uniforms,
Of being watched.
Of their rules, nonconformists,
Of authority.
And tonight we will put an end to it
To walls and cells, fears and sentences.
The people are revolting.

All the control for those who have no name,
Dazzling faces say it's over.
Waiting for the night, waiting for the end,
They will no longer guard, they will no longer punish.

We're tired of schedules, being precarious,
Of being alienated.
Of being adversaries for salaries,
Of misery.
And tonight we will put an end to it
To the gags, the mass media.
The people are revolting.

Ohhhhhhhhh
Our voice is heard, loud and clear.
Ohhhhhhhhh
With a heart sure to conquer, fear.

Shadows and nightmares have no name in
A gray city where everything is watched.
Muzzles and bars have no names
With a thirst to punish those who want freedom.

Now that we've remembered our names,
Now that I've cut off all the signals.
Now that we've seen the faces of our comrades
And the companions, they will no longer be able to stop it.

We are tired of being among barriers,
Manipulated.
Of being like puppets in the windows
Of "atrocity".
And tonight, we will put an end to it
To the chains, the garrote and the reins.
The people are revolting.

From the sewers to the highest point in the city,
The shadows will now be our allies.
Now we suffer the hunger of a season that will mark
The new change of course, will make our step strong.

Ohhhhhhhhh
Our voice is heard, loud and clear
Eh eh
Ohhhhhhhhh
With a heart sure to conquer, fear