Текст и перевод песни Pirat's Sound Sistema - Rapataplam

Rapataplam

Sóc com un arbre i tu fulla seca a la tardor,
Et deixo caure,
Abans el sol i ara ets fredor
Tornar-te a veure ja no m'omple d'amargor,
Sóc com un arbre i tu fulla seca...

Som peixos petits,
Però junts ens menjarem el gran!
Com una lleona defensem el clan!
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Rapataplam, ells cauran...

Que vinguin, que vinguin,
Que no hi haurà color...
Ràbia, els uniformes no ens fan por!
Que vinguin que vinguin,
Que ja hem trobat color...
La claror de les flames a la nit, el foc!

Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Som peixos petits,
Però junts ens menjarem el gran!
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Els que teniu mans blanques
Però tacades de sang

Opinòlegs
Senyalen culpables, dicten noves normes,
Ens disparen sense pistola
I ens acusen sense tenir cap prova.
Ens ataquen perquè som qui els destorba
I ens escupen perquè no ens poden pas fotre fora,
Ens menyspreen perquè no som qui plora
Està clar que pensen que fem nosa

No cicatritza el temps, sinó que honra la ferida,
No polititza el vent, sinó que ho fa la vida,
No estigmatitza el cant, sinó que ho fa la melodia
Qui criminalitza? eh?

Professionals de l'opinió
De l'opinió del millor postor,
L'opinòleg és ara el pastor...
I quan mori el ramat vindran els voltors!

Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Som peixos petits,
Però junts ens menjarem el gran!
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Rapataplam, ells cauran,
Els que teniu mans blanques
Però tacades de sang

Rapataplam

I am like a tree and you are a dry leaf in the autumn,
I let you fall,
Before the sun and now you are cold
Seeing you again no longer fills me with bitterness,
I am like a tree and you are a dry leaf...

We are small fish,
But together we will eat the big one!
Like a lioness we defend the clan!
Rapataplam, they will fall,
Rapataplam, they will fall...

Let them come, let them come,
There will be no colour...
Rage, uniforms do not scare us!
Let them come, let them come,
We have already found colour...
The brightness of the flames in the night, the fire!

Rapataplam, they will fall,
Rapataplam, they will fall,
We are small fish,
But together we will eat the big one!
Rapataplam, they will fall,
Rapataplam, they will fall,
Those of you with white hands
But stained with blood

Opinion-makers
Point out the guilty, dictate new norms,
They shoot us without a gun
And accuse us without any proof.
They attack us because we are the ones who disturb them
And they spit on us because they can't kick us out,
They despise us because we are not the ones who cry
It is clear that they think we are a nuisance

Time does not heal, but honours the wound,
The wind does not politicise, but life does,
The song does not stigmatise, but the melody does
Who criminalizes? Huh?

Professionals of opinion
Of the opinion of the highest bidder,
The opinion-maker is now the shepherd...
And when the flock dies, the vultures will come!

Rapataplam, they will fall,
Rapataplam, they will fall,
We are small fish,
But together we will eat the big one!
Rapataplam, they will fall,
Rapataplam, they will fall,
Those of you with white hands
But stained with blood