Текст и перевод песни Auxili - Detonem L'estona - Estudi

Detonem L'estona - Estudi

Tàctic, tàctic temps que corre, passa, ús devora
No teníem foc, però "bro" ja saps, hem de fer petar la bomba
Perquè és ètic, metafòric, violent, silenciós
Són les ganes d'aturar el teu cos, de no sentir-me nerviós
Torne a escoltar els segons entre versos

Tàctic, tàctic temps que vola, ens demora
Temps que no tens per tornar a ser persona
Hem de sortir fora, detonar l'estona, ser l'eclipse, l'ombra
Trona, ressona, aquest sistema t'empresona, és com funciona:
Tancat entre minuts, la vida s'evapora
L'agulla es detindrà, destrossarem la roda

Dies que passe mirant, contemplant des de fora
M'amague, no veig l'hora, al rellotge l'arena s'enfonsa
Tornarà el somriure als teus ulls, no fugirem, farem volar el fum
És parar, és pensar el que vull, és divisar en la boira la llum

Volarà metralla, al meu cap es talla el temps
Poc a, però a poc a poc
Fem tard si no és ara
El compte enrere acaba!

Volarà metralla, al meu cap es talla el temps
Poc a, però a poc a poc
Fem tard si no és ara
El compte enrere acaba!

Tràfic frenètic, controlant el pensament
Compren, roben el present, manipulant el subconscient
Si les meues paraules volen amb el vent
Per tots aquells que detonaren el seu moment
2, 06-07-08 res del que et dic té sentit
Sóc, 3 segons de la teua vida
Més enllà de la pantalla, entendràs la rima

Dies que passe mirant, contemplant des de fora
M'amague no veig l'hora, al rellotge l'arena s'enfonsa
Tornarà el somriure als teus ulls, no fugirem, farem volar el fum
És parar, és pensar el que vull, és divisar en la boira la llum

Volarà metralla, al meu cap es talla el temps
Poc a, però a poc a poc
Fem tard si no és ara
El compte enrere acaba!

Volarà metralla, al meu cap es talla el temps
Poc a, però a poc a poc
Fem tard si no és ara
El compte enrere acaba!

Poca però a poc a poc desterraré la por, la boira d'aquest malson
Poca però a poc a poc m'abrigarà la llum, l'escalfor d'aquell segon
No, som ni soterrani ni terrat, dia a dia, és el del teu costat, connectats
Poca, però a poc a poc, recuperem el foc, acabarem guanyant el joc

Vola la metralla, al meu cap es talla el temps
Poc a, però a poc a poc
Fem tard si no és ara
El compte enrere acaba!

Volarà metralla, al meu cap es talla el temps
Poc a, però a poc a poc
Fem tard si no és ara
El compte enrere acaba!

Fem tard si no és ara

El compte enrere acaba!

Detonem L'estona - Estudi

Tactical, tactical, time running, passing, wasting by the side
We didn't have fire, but "bro" you know, we have to detonate the bomb
Because it's ethical, metaphorical, violent, silent
It's the desire to stop your body, to not feel nervous
I listen again to the seconds between verses

Tactical, tactical time that flies, delays us
Time that you don't have to be a person again
We have to go out, detonate the moment, be the eclipse, the shadow
Thunder, resonates, this system imprisons you, it's how it works:
Locked between minutes, life evaporates
The needle will stop, we will destroy the wheel

Days I spend watching, contemplating from the outside
I hide, I can't wait, on the clock the sand sinks
The smile will return to your eyes, we will not run away, we will make the smoke fly
It is to stop, it is to think what I want, it is to divide the light in the fog

Shrapnel will fly, time is cut off in my head
Little by little, but little by little
We're late if it's not now
The countdown ends!

Shrapnel will fly, time is cut off in my head
Little by little, but little by little
We're late if it's not now
The countdown ends!

Frenetic traffic, controlling thought
They understand, they steal the present, manipulating the subconscious
If my words fly with the wind
For all those who detonated their moment
2, 06-07-08 nothing I say makes sense
I'm 3 seconds of your life
Beyond the screen, you will understand the rhyme

Days I spend watching, contemplating from the outside
I hide I can't see the time, on the clock the sand sinks
The smile will return to your eyes, we will not run away, we will make the smoke fly
It is to stop, it is to think what I want, it is to divide the light in the fog

Shrapnel will fly, time is cut off in my head
Little by little, but little by little
We're late if it's not now
The countdown ends!

Shrapnel will fly, time is cut off in my head
Little by little, but little by little
We're late if it's not now
The countdown ends!

Little by little, but little by little I will banish fear, the fog of this nightmare
Little by little, but little by little the light will shelter me, the warmth of that second
No, we are neither basement nor roof, day by day, it is the one by your side, connected
Little, but little by little, we recover the fire, we will end up winning the game

Shrapnel flies, time is cut off in my head
Little by little, but little by little
We're late if it's not now
The countdown ends!

Shrapnel will fly, time is cut off in my head
Little by little, but little by little
We're late if it's not now
The countdown ends!

We're late if it's not now

The countdown ends!