Текст и перевод песни Las Bajas Pasiones - Rebel·lia

Rebel·lia

Camí, ferro,
Sol etern,
Dies grisos,
A dins del pit
Rabia, ira
Amor i set
La nostra vida
Val molt més.

El nostre pensament sincer
és la nostra rebel·lia
Que m'inspira, dia a dia
Li fem front a l'apatia

Mirant al cel, no buscant a déu,
Em sambla que se esta fent fosc,
Em passa del cap als peus
M'esta recorrent tot el cos,
El que la resta no veu,
és el que estic veient jo,
Quan em poso a escriure, i trec
De mi una força de l'interior,
Que mai he vist,
Sé que el cami
és sense tornada
Però asumeixo aquest risc,
Món individual
No miro al costat, això és trist,
Gent sense pis,
Capitalisme i feixisme,
Home hetero blanc i cis,
No vull truere el cap a l'abisme,
El nostres colors contra el seu mon gris

El nostre pensament sincer
és la nostra rebel·lia
Que m'inspira, dia a dia
Li fem front a l'apatia

M'omplo el pit, respiro aire fresc,
De l'1 al 10, per truere el estrés,
El temps no és fixe, canvia de ser,
Amb gent al voltant, formant un desert,
Trapitjo el sostre, qualsevol supeficie ara és ferma,
Fico el meu cap sota l'aigua, no sé si tornarem a veure'ns
La meva postura és ambigua, per això és dificil ofendre,
La esencia és profunda i antiga, ho sento no la tinc en venda

Trapitjo el sostre, qualsevol supeficie ara és ferma,
Fico el meu cap sota l'aigua, no sé si tornarem a veure'ns
La meva postura és ambigua, per això és dificil ofendre,
La esencia és profunda i antiga, ho sento no la tinc en venda

Totes venen les respostes
Em pregunten per la meva
Europa és un mort que empesta
Tanca els ulls allò que és viu
Donem voltes, donem voltes
Mai trobem la porta oberta
Sobirana és la proposta
I els seus murs una desfeta.

Totes venen les respostes
Em pregunten per la meva
Europa és un mort que empesta
Tanca els ulls allò que és viu
Donem voltes, donem voltes
Mai trobem la porta oberta
Sobirana és la proposta
I els seus murs una desfeta.

El nostre pensament sincer
és la nostra rebel·lia
Que m'inspira, dia a dia
Li fem front a l'apatia
Li fem front a l'apatia
Li fem front a l'apatia

Rebellion

Path, iron,
Eternal sun,
Gray days,
Within the breast
Rage, anger
Love and thirst
Our life
Is worth much more.

Our sincere thought
is our rebellion
That inspires me, day by day
We face apathy

Looking at the sky, not looking for God,
It seems to me that it is getting dark,
It passes me from head to toe
It is running all over my body,
What the rest don't see,
is what I am seeing,
When I start writing, and I draw
From me a force of the interior,
That I have never seen,
I know that the path
is without return
But I assume this risk,
Individual world
I do not look at the side, this is sad,
People without a roof,
Capitalism and fascism,
White cis hetero male,
I don't want to fall into the abyss,
Our colors against their gray world

Our sincere thought
is our rebellion
That inspires me, day by day
We face apathy

I fill my chest, I breathe fresh air,
From 1 to 10, to break the stress,
Time is not fixed, it changes from being,
With people around, forming a desert,
I stomp on the roof, any surface is now firm,
I put my head under the water, I don't know if we'll see each other again
My posture is ambiguous, that is why it is difficult to offend,
The essence is deep and ancient, I'm sorry I don't have it for sale

I stomp on the roof, any surface is now firm,
I put my head under the water, I don't know if we'll see each other again
My posture is ambiguous, that is why it is difficult to offend,
The essence is deep and ancient, I'm sorry I don't have it for sale

All the answers come
They ask me about mine
Europe is a stinking corpse
It closes its eyes to that which is alive
We go round and round
We never find the open door
Sovereignty is the proposal
And its walls a disgrace.

All the answers come
They ask me about mine
Europe is a stinking corpse
It closes its eyes to that which is alive
We go round and round
We never find the open door
Sovereignty is the proposal
And its walls a disgrace.

Our sincere thought
is our rebellion
That inspires me, day by day
We face apathy
We face apathy
We face apathy