Paroles et traduction Zoo - 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

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

Me llaman antipático aqui no saludamos al sol vivimos rápido
Justificar lo que soy y lo que no soy
Cómo explicar las goteras de mi ático
En esta orilla dónde todo llega podrido y a deshora
Guay, vamos a echar esos nombres y esos prejuicios a la trituradora
Y en este infierno dónde pone normas y limites la gente
Sí, van a comersela doblada los que nos quieren
Calladitos y obedientes

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

This Shore (with Dremen)

They call me unfriendly, how do I explain it in 10 songs
How to explain sensations, living so fast
And pretending to be what we are not, huh?
How to explain to them the leaks in my attic
I also want something clear, friend
But in music I like to play with mud
And I look at the real world more than my belly button
And I need to try, make mistakes, do something
The body asks for what it asks for
I only put voice to inertia
To this uncontrolled impulse
That does not understand labels, not science
And the nerve touches my hands, ideas come
And my foot sets the pace, and my hands burn
And the pen is there by my side, and I kill loneliness
And what you wanted has happened: zoo and dremen

This shore, where everything arrives rotten and untimely
This hell, where people set norms and limits
And the world cries, with rage and sorrow at seeing a scene
Devastating, which corroborates, that in that cage they have put a poem

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

The poetic license, to tell you that for a long time
That the north fades, that the music makes
Cash on every corner, we are the biggest fucking
Cheap of the guild that dominates us
Discipline, perseverance, it's worth it to me
As a formula, it keeps the smile alive
No profit
The incredulous look without importance
I exaggerate like the wake of the priest with ebola
Let them take away what we danced the tickle
The little belly full of chrysalis
I still love my profession among so much bullshit
When we see each other's faces in the quadriga

This shore, where everything arrives rotten and untimely
This hell, where people set norms and limits
And the world cries, with rage and sorrow at seeing a scene
Devastating, which corroborates, that in that cage they have put a poem

They call me unfriendly here we don't greet the sun we live fast
Justify what I am and what I am not
How to explain the leaks in my attic
On this shore where everything arrives rotten and untimely
Cool, let's throw those names and those prejudices into the shredder
And in this hell where people set norms and limits
Yes, those who want us are going to eat it doubled
Quiet and obedient

This shore, where everything arrives rotten and untimely
This hell, where people set norms and limits
And the world cries, with rage and sorrow at seeing a scene
Devastating, which corroborates, that in that cage they have put a poem