Paroles et traduction ZOO feat. Dremen - Aquesta Vora (amb Dremen)

Aquesta Vora (amb Dremen)

Em diuen antipàtic, com explicar-ho en 10 cançons,
Com explicar sensacions, vivint tan ràpid
I simular el que no som, eh?
Com explicar-los les goteres del meu àtic,
Jo també vull un algo clar, amic
Però a la musica m'agra jugar amb fango
I mire més el món reial que el meu melic
I necessite provar, errar, fer algo
El cos demana el que demana,
Jo soles fique veu a una inèrcia
A esta pulsió descontrolada
Que no enten les etiquetes, no de ciència
I el nervi toca les mans, idees venen
I el peu em marca el compàs, i les mans cremen
I el boli està ahí al costat, i mate a la soledat,
I el que volíeu ha passat: ZOO i DREMEN

Aquesta vora, on tot arriba podrit i a deshora
Aquest infern, on fica normes i límits la gent
Y el mundo llora, de rabia y pena al ver una escena
Desoladora, que corrobora, que en esa jaula han metido un poema

Y me llaman antisocial,
Cómo explicarlo sin hablar de crítica
Sin levantar ampollas, sin poner sal en las heridas
Sin sacarle colores a la polémica

La licencia poética, de decirte que hace tiempo
Que el norte se difumina, que la música hace
Caja en cada esquina, somos la puta más
Barata del gremio que nos domina
Disciplina, constancia, a mi me vale
Como fórmula, mantiene viva la sonrisa
Sin ganancias. La mirada incrédula sin importancia
Exagero como el velatorio del cura con ébola
Que nos quiten lo bailao el cosquilleo
El estómago llenito de crisálidas
Aún amo mi profesión entre tanto mamoneo
Cuando nos vemos las caras en las cuádrigas

This Shore (with Dremen)

They call me unsympathetic, how to explain it in 10 songs,
How to explain sensations, living so fast
And simulate what we are not, huh?
How to explain to them the leaks in my attic,
I also want something clear, my friend
But in music I like to play with mud
And I look more at the real world than at my navel
And I need to try, err, do something
The body asks for what it asks for,
I alone put voice to an inertia
To this uncontrolled pulse
That does not understand labels, not of science
And the nerve touches the hands, ideas come
And my foot marks the beat, and my hands burn
And the pen is there beside me, and I kill loneliness,
And what you wanted has happened: ZOO and DREMEN

On this shore, where everything arrives rotten and late
In this hell, where people set rules and limits
And the world cries, with rage and sorrow at seeing a scene
Desolate, which corroborates, that a poem has been put in that cage

And they call me antisocial,
How to explain it without talking about criticism
Without raising blisters, without putting salt on the wounds
Without drawing color from the controversy

The poetic license, to tell you that a long time ago
That the north is blurred, that the music makes
A box in every corner, we are the cheapest whore
Of the guild that dominates us
Discipline, perseverance, it's enough for me
As a formula, it keeps the smile alive
Without gains. The incredulous look without importance
I exaggerate like the wake of the priest with Ebola
May they take away our dance, the tingling
The stomach full of chrysalises
I still love my profession among so much bullshit
When we see each other face to face in the chariots