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Intro

I al final la mata
L'assasí de maleta i corbata
Eixe paper que portava el verí
Eixos decrets que son bales de plata

Aquell gestor va desfer el camí
La desnonaren d'allí, de sa casa
El mercat marca les normes, i en fi
Ara la vida la venen barata

Al mateix temps un xic grava una cosa
Una motet, una platja, una llosa
Sobre els seus muscles per coses d'abans
Parla d'amor i detesta el romanç

Parla de penes quan odia les seues
Controla el ritme, l'estil, eixes merdes
No té valor per trencar les cadenes
No té l'estómac pa' complir les normes

I vol deixar fer, i fer si li deixen
I no vol ser uno més d'eixos jutges
Que ara ja és perquè és lletra i discurs
Perquè és imatge, és llei, és producte

Idolatría, despreci, complot
Hi haurà castig o hi haurà recompensa
A tir de pedra teniu al ninot
La cirugía del crític comença

Crea, cre-crea, lluita maniquea
El món plorant, tu davant
Que et crea, cre-crea puja la marea
Obri les vel·les i arrea

Crea, cre-crea, lluita maniquea
El món plorant, tu davant
Que et crea, cre-crea puja la marea
Obri les vel·les i arrea, arrea

Intro

In the end, the bush
The assassin in a suitcase and tie
That paper carrying the poison
Those decrees that are silver bullets

That manager undid the way
They evicted her from there, from her house
The market sets the rules, and anyway
Now life is sold cheap

At the same time a guy records something
A motet, a beach, a slab
About his muscles for things of before
He talks about love and detests romance

He talks about sorrows when he hates his own
He controls the rhythm, the style, those crap
He has no courage to break the chains
He doesn't have the guts to follow the rules

And he wants to let do, and do if they let him
And he doesn't want to be one more of those judges
That now he is because it is letter and speech
Because it is image, it is law, it is product

Idolatry, contempt, plot
There will be punishment or there will be reward
A stone's throw away you have the puppet
The surgery of the critic begins

Create, cre-create, fight like a Manichaean
The world crying, you in front
That you create, cre-create, rise the tide
Open the sails and go

Create, cre-create, fight like a Manichaean
The world crying, you in front
That you create, cre-create, rise the tide
Open the sails and go, go