Текст и перевод песни Sanjosex - Temps o rellotge

Temps o rellotge

Com un ganivet que talla tot un dia enter en trossets,
Com si el temps es pogués dividir com si res,
És com dir que el temps és un rellotge.

Ja fa massa temps que ens hem deixat endur pel ritme feixuc,
Ritme que no és vida ni present ni futura,
Hi ha un soroll que viu entre nosaltres.

Temps fa que vàrem deixar de jugar,
Que vàrem oblidar totes aquelles dreceres
Que porten a un país sense les presses.

El ritme que ens imposem és el ritme que ens fa viure perduts!
Sense paraules.

Hem de trobar temps per estar
Molt més temps junts,
Sense comptar
Les hores passades,
Perduts entre abraçades

Has de controlar aquests teus maleïts instints maternals
Estan destrossant la teva parella,
Almenys fes-ho per ella.

Lagenda que ens ajuda és qui ens dóna la mesura del temps,
Hem de trobar moments per deixar fugir la nostre ment,
Llocs sense cobertura.

Temps fa que vam oblidar el camí
Que porta a aquell paradís on els nens són nens,
I els grans han de renéixer.

El ritme que ens imposem és el ritme que ens fa viure perduts!
Muts!
Sense esperances!

Hem de trobar temps per estar
Molt més temps junts,
Sense comptar
Les hores passades,
Perduts entre abraçades

Time or Clock

Like a knife that cuts all day into pieces,
As if time could be divided as if nothing,
It's like saying that time is a clock.

It's been too long since we let ourselves get carried away by the burdensome rhythm,
A rhythm that is not life, neither present nor future,
There is a noise that lives among us.

It's been a long time since we stopped playing,
That we forgot all those shortcuts
Leading to a country without haste.

The rhythm we impose on ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Speechless.

We have to find time to be
A lot more time together,
Without counting
The hours spent,
Lost in embraces

You have to control those bloody mothering instincts of yours
They are destroying your partner,
At least do it for her sake.

The diary that helps us is what gives us the measure of time,
We must find moments to let our minds wander,
Places without coverage.

It's been a long time since we forgot the way
That leads to that paradise where children are children,
And adults have to be reborn.

The rhythm we impose on ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Mute!
Without hope!

We have to find time to be
A lot more time together,
Without counting
The hours spent,
Lost in embraces