Un Món, Dues Classes De Persones - Els Pets

Hi ha una veu trencada que s’ofega al mig del mar

Mentre torno amb tren de Barcelona;

N’hi ha que som turistes i altres només immigrants

Un món, dues classes de persones

Hi ha una pell suada que carrega el meu butà

Per vint duros mentre faig la sopa;

Un món, dues classes de persones

Hi ha un marrec que esmorza

Cola d’una bossa

Que portava coses

Que ell mai no comprarà

I amb l’olor somia

Que la sort canvia

I el destí no està fixat

Hi ha al carrer una noia

Sola i massa jove

Que a la nit tremola

Per guanyar-se el pa

I amb el pas dels dies

Veu que res canvia i que el destí està fixat

Hi ha una llei no escrita que per sempre es complirà

Tant se val d’on ets si el que ets és pobre;

Un món, dues classes de persones

There is a broken voice drowning in the middle of the sea

While returning by train from Barcelona;

Some of us are tourists and others are just immigrants

One world, two kind of people

There's sweaty skin charging my butane

For twenty duros while I make the soup;

One world, two kind of people

There is a man who has breakfast

Glue from a bag

That he was carrying things

That he will never buy

And with the smell he dreams

That luck changes

And the fate is not fixed

There is a girl in the street

Alone and too young

That at night it trembles

To earn a living

And with the passing of the days

He sees that nothing changes and that fate is fixed

There is an unwritten law that will forever be fulfilled

It doesn't matter where you are from if what you are is poor;

One world, two kind of people