Текст и перевод песни La Gossa Sorda - Babaloco (Live)

Babaloco (Live)

A la Rambla putes i kebabs i carteristes
Botiguers desconfiats i cases buides
Guiris, camells, uniformes i secretes
Un grup de valencians que s'avorreixen el diumenge

Demanes per fumar i t'asseus al nostre roble
Amb certa timidessa ens miraves
El fum et fa somriure i t'allibera les paraules
Fumaves, callaves, parlaves de ta mare

Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
On, fire, fire, fire, fire

Cavaller de ferro desafiant al dimoni
Els va jurar als seus que tornaria amb diners (i no va tornar)
Juga-li fort a la vida, les paraules són oscures
I el conflicte de la sentencia la falacia més fatal

Raval amunt, Raval avall, Raval amunt, Raval avall
Raval, Raval, Raval, Raval, Raval

Passeja engalanada una moral europeista que no vol morir
Jugarem i aprendrem esquiçofrènia cultural
Jugarem a ser els mediadors de la veritat
Conta-li el conte a qui se'l crega, hola, què tal? Benvinguts a Barcelona

A la ciutat més moderna, més europea, el civisme patrulla els carrers
La misèria s'amaga i la gent guapa no vol saber res del sense papers
A la ciutat més bufona, sona o no sona la sirena de la veritat
I una ombra que escapa de matinada i el civisme que apunta i dispara a matar

Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco

Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
On, fire, fire, fire, fire

Babaloco (Live)

On the Rambla there are prostitutes, kebabs, and pickpockets
Distrustful shopkeepers and empty homes
Tourists, drug dealers, uniforms, and secret agents
A group of Valencians who are bored on Sunday

You asked for a smoke and sat down at our table
You looked at us with a certain shyness
The smoke makes you smile and frees your words
You smoked, you were silent, you talked about your mother

Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
On, fire, fire, fire, fire

Iron knight defying the devil
He swore to his people that he would return with money (and he did not return)
Play hard on the game of life, the words are dark
And the conflict of the sentence is the most fatal fallacy

Up and down the Raval, up and down the Raval
Raval, Raval, Raval, Raval, Raval

A European morality that doesn't want to die parades around dressed up
We will play and learn cultural schizophrenia
We will play at being the mediators of the truth
Tell the story to whoever believes it, hello, how are you? Welcome to Barcelona

In the most modern, most European city, civility patrols the streets
Misery hides and beautiful people don't want to know anything about the undocumented
In the buffoonish city, the siren of truth rings or not
And a shadow that escapes in the early morning and civility that points and shoots to kill

Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco

Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
Babaloco is on fire
On, fire, fire, fire, fire