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Cap Per Avall

Vam sobreviure a l'incendi
Vam fer-li front al gegant
Vam agafar aquell quadre i ballàrem
El ball: el ball del cap per avall

Paella congelada, falleres de cartró
Olor a roda cremada, gomina i processó
Saluda el senyoret, escola de retors
El sant a passejar, un beso i una flor

Nos vamos a forrar, un finde en Benidorm
Posar la mà i callar, platges de formigó
Vivir así es morir de amor, cantava Milans del Bosch
L'himne regional provoca llàgrimes
Pàgines i pàgines, d'un tràgic sainet que esgarra ànimes

Pas de passodoble al camp de futbol
Alça la mà dreta l'afició a la curva nord
Una discoteca enmig d'un camp d'arròs
Boquetes tortes a la terra de les flors
La Geperudeta, besant la Moreneta
Vendetta, Vendetta i noves glòries en oferta

Allà on el món s'explica en diminutiu
On plora la collita del secà i del regadiu
Plou amb burrera, però sempre baixa buit el riu
I una bandera talla com arma de doble fil
Vivim la vida de gaidó, acabareu com el pelletes a Alcoi
Del Mondúver al Penyagolosa i el Benicadell
El poble serà un martell o un pes mort

Vam sobreviure a l'incendi
Vam fer-li front al gegant
Vam suportar eixes bombes
Que encara ressonen per serres i valls

Vam defugir eixes normes
Vam profanar els seus sants
Vam agafar aquell quadre i ballàrem
El ball: el ball del cap per avall

Vinc d'on van voler fer una falla, terra de foc i de sal
On la metralla travessava i rebentava els cristalls
On les muntanyes baixen escalonades per lluir bancals
Que donen alegries penes i menjar

Vinc de les platges horteres sostingudes amb deutes brutals
De microclima i macroestafa, trist i real
Roders que repartien, herois de veritat
Segrestadors de La Marina i del Comtat

Taronges i olives, cirera i raïm
Netes de morisques, fills de mallorquins
On no para la festa fins dimecres que comença
I tots els problemes es dissolen en anís

Tenim una cova de lladres en cada ciutat
Molt d'aprofitat per metre quadrat
Una costa traida, un desig de fugida
Amb un tren cap al nord que no arriba

Camps abandonats, qui vol llaurar podent ser ric?
Guiris reballats, passa la vida
Cada primavera s'emociona algun lletraferit
Quan pega un esclafit la vall flòrida

Tantes voltes torts en tantes dates
L'arbre mai no havia estat madur
Sabíem que seria dur, ni nom
Ni mapa ni futur: amors que maten
Cacem les rates i tombem els murs

Vam sobreviure a l'incendi
Vam fer-li front al gegant
Vam suportar eixes bombes
Que encara ressonen per serres i valls

Vam defugir eixes normes
Vam profanar els seus sants
Vam agafar aquell quadre i ballàrem
El ball: el ball del cap per avall

Vam sobreviure a l'incendi
Vam fer-li front al gegant
Vam suportar eixes bombes
Que encara ressonen per serres i valls

Vam defugir eixes normes
Vam profanar els seus sants
Vam agafar aquell quadre i ballàrem
El ball: el ball del cap per avall

Upside Down

We survived the fire
We faced the giant
We took that painting and danced
The dance: the upside-down dance

Frozen paella, cardboard Fallas
The smell of burnt rubber, hairspray, and procession
Greet the gentleman, school of retreats
The saint going for a walk, a kiss and a flower

We're going to get rich, a weekend in Benidorm
Put your hand up and shut up, concrete beaches
Living like this is dying of love, Milans del Bosch used to sing
The regional anthem brings tears to my eyes
Pages and pages, of a tragic farce that tears souls apart

From "pasodoble" to the football field
The fans in the north stand raise their right hand
A disco in the middle of a rice field
Crooked mouths in the land of flowers
The Geperudeta, kissing the Moreneta
Vendetta, vendetta, and new glories on offer

Where the world is explained in diminutive
Where the dryland and irrigated harvest weeps
It rains with fury, but the river always runs dry
And a flag cuts like a double-edged sword
We live the life of a donkey, you'll end up like the "Pelletes" in Alcoi
From the Mondúver to the Penyagolosa and the Benicadell
The people will be a hammer or a dead weight

We survived the fire
We faced the giant
We endured those bombs
That still echo through mountains and valleys

We shunned those rules
We desecrated their saints
We took that painting and danced
The dance: the upside-down dance

I come from where they wanted to make a "falla", a land of fire and salt
Where the shrapnel pierced and shattered the glass
Where the mountains descend in steps to show off terraces
That give joys, sorrows, and food

I come from the fertile beaches sustained by brutal debts
Of microclimate and macro-fraud, sad and real
Wheels that distributed, true heroes
Kidnappers from La Marina and El Comtat

Oranges and olives, cherries and grapes
Granddaughters of Moorish women, sons of Mallorcans
Where the party doesn't stop until Wednesday when it begins
And all problems dissolve in anisette

We have a den of thieves in every city
A lot of profiteers per square meter
A betrayed coast, a desire to escape
With a train to the north that never arrives

Abandoned fields, who wants to plow when they can be rich?
Foreigners dancing, life goes on
Every spring some writer gets excited
When the Florida valley bursts

So many twists and turns on so many dates
The tree had never been ripe
We knew it would be hard, no name
No map, no future: loves that kill
Let's hunt the rats and tear down the walls

We survived the fire
We faced the giant
We endured those bombs
That still echo through mountains and valleys

We shunned those rules
We desecrated their saints
We took that painting and danced
The dance: the upside-down dance

We survived the fire
We faced the giant
We endured those bombs
That still echo through mountains and valleys

We shunned those rules
We desecrated their saints
We took that painting and danced
The dance: the upside-down dance