Resistirem - Gossos

Sempre buscant la tàctica perfecta

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M’emprenyo perquè a mi no em cal

Brutícia sorda, llorda que m’angoixa

Sempre hi ha algú que intenta vendre’m

La clau de la felicitat

Ara podem triar, decidir com i quan

Però el compte enrere no atura, no espera

Aixeca bé el teu cap

Vull que et miris al mirall

Ja res és com abans

Ho hauries d’acceptar

Fins que canviïn les coses, ens voldran humiliar

Fins que ens tractin com cal, doncs ens hauran d’aguantar

Fins que ens tallin les ales, no deixarem de cridar

Fins que algú ens faci cas

Si mai em pares per fer-me una enquesta

Et diré el que em molesta

Sembla que ens han buidat el cap

Des del sofà, la cel·la que et dispersa

La tele encesa com sempre

Veuràs un dia el teu final

Ara podem triar, decidir i remenar

Però el compte enrere no atura, no espera

Connectat a la realitat, tarifa plana ideal

Però si no pagues no et miren, no et senten

Fins que canviïn les coses, ens voldran humiliar

Fins que ens tractin com cal, doncs ens hauran d’aguantar

Fins que ens tallin les ales, no deixarem de cridar

Fins que algú ens faci cas

Fins que canviïn les coses, ressorgirem tots del fang

Fins que ens tractin com cal, no ens deixarem atrapar

Fins que ens tallin les ales, resistint l’eix del mal

Seguirà tot igual

Always looking for the perfect tactic

Indigestible advertising

I work because I don't need to

Dull dirt, dirt that distresses me

There is always someone trying to sell me

The key to happiness

Now we can choose, decide how and when

But the countdown doesn't stop, it doesn't wait

Keep your head up

I want you to look in the mirror

Nothing is the same anymore

You should accept it

Until things change, they will want to humiliate us

Until they treat us properly, then they will have to put up with us

Until our wings are clipped, we won't stop screaming

Until someone pays attention to us

If you ever stop by to take a survey

I'll tell you what bothers me

It seems that our heads have been emptied

From the couch, the cell that scatters you

The TV is on as usual

You will see your end one day

Now we can choose, decide and shuffle

But the countdown doesn't stop, it doesn't wait

Connected to reality, ideal flat rate

But if you don't pay, they don't look at you, they don't hear you

Until things change, they will want to humiliate us

Until they treat us properly, then they will have to put up with us

Until our wings are clipped, we won't stop screaming

Until someone pays attention to us

Until things change, we will all rise from the mud

Until we are treated properly, we will not be caught

Until our wings are cut off, resisting the axis of evil

Everything will remain the same