Текст и перевод песни Albert Plá - La Fàbrica Crema

La Fàbrica Crema

Quina angúnia el teu color
De pell cremada tan calenta
Però per sort o per desgràcia
Sóc aquí i t'he de veure morir
Era de nit i passejava
Quan t'he vist cremant-te viu
Immòbil mut
La fàbrica es crema la fàbrica es crema
I el teu cos socarrimat entre els meus braços
Fa pensar que potser el foc d'aquesta nit
No és un incendi tan normal
No és un sinistre tan casual
Fixa't com tot s'ha destruït
Però la pudor segueix flotant
En cada instant
Com un vestigi del que ha estat
El magatzem de la pudor
Però olora i olora i olora
O és que el teu nas cremat pel foc
No capta res de peculiar
Fa una peste sospitosa
Fa una ferum enganxosa
Fot un tuf que no s'aguanta
Com si una pudor trencada
Hagués estès les seves ales
Sobre un mar de líquids agres
I és que sigui lo que sigui
Sigui lo que sigui
Sigui lo que sigui
No és el teu cos
Aquest fum és fals
No surt fum normal.

Si has sigut tu qui ha fet el foc
L'has ben pringat
I ara tu et cremes solitari
Sense deixar ni una protesta
Una moral o un seguidor
Saps que la caca quan es crema
O quan es caga
Ens dóna sempre la pudor
I es perpetua en la ferum
O bé s'acull
En l'invisible del seu fum
Mira com crema aquesta nau
Ex-monument del que tu odiaves
No has pensat en cap moment
Que el seu legat farà camí pertot arreu
Per les faroles dintre els bars sobre les aigües
Vora el mar damunt les pedres
I així també sota els sembrats
O entre els llençols de cada llit
Però mira't i mira't i mira't
Ningú sabrà que el teu cadàver calcinat
és el culpable d'aquest foc
Fa una peste sospitosa
Fa una ferum enganxosa
Fot un tuf que no s'aguanta
Com si un vidre embarassat
Per algun fetus mig podrit
Hagués petat pel pes d'un crit
I és que sigui lo que sigui
Sigui lo que sigui
La pudor ens comunica
Que se'n va d'excursió
Ciudadana del mundo
No torna però es queda.

Cream Factory

What anguish your color has
Of burnt skin, so warm
But by fortune or misfortune
I'm here and I must see you die
It was night time and I was walking
When I saw you burning alive
Motionless and silent
The factory burns, the factory burns
And your body, charred, in my arms
Makes me think that maybe the fire tonight
Isn't an ordinary fire
It's not a fire by chance
Look how everything's been destroyed
But the stench still lingers
At every moment
Like a vestige of what has been
A storehouse of stench
But it smells and smells and smells
Or perhaps your nose, scorched by the fire
Can't detect anything unusual
It stinks suspiciously
It stinks of something sticky
It stinks so bad you can't stand it
As if a broken stench
Had spread its wings
Over a sea of aggressive liquids
And it is that whatever it is
Whatever it is
Whatever it is
It's not your body
This smoke is false
It's not normal smoke.

If it was you who set the fire
You've done a good job
And now you burn alone
Without leaving a single protest
A moral lesson or a follower
You know that poop when it burns
Or when it's crapped
Always gives us that stench
And perpetuates in the stink
Or it takes refuge
In the invisibility of its smoke
Look how this ship burns
Ex-monument of what you hated
You never thought for a moment
That its legacy would make its way everywhere
Through street lamps, inside bars, on the water
By the sea, on the stones
And so too beneath the crops
Or between the sheets of every bed
But look at yourself, look at yourself, look at yourself
No one will know that your charred corpse
Is the culprit of this fire
It stinks suspiciously
It stinks of something sticky
It stinks so bad you can't stand it
As if a pregnant glass
Of some half-rotten fetus
Had burst from the weight of a scream
And it is that whatever it is
Whatever it is
The stench tells us
It's going on an excursion
A world citizen
It doesn't come back but it stays.