Borinot - La Gossa Sorda

Mira mira el borinot com balla.

Mira, mira com va

Gira’t mira el borinot treballa, de huit a set

Gira’t mira la xiqueta com balla.

Mira, mira com va

I tocant a la frontera espera, camí tallat

Demà serà divendres

I tornaràs a perdre’t

Metamorfosi, amb mitja dosi

Quan veus:

Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent

Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer

Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls

Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent

Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer

Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls

Mira mira el borinot com balla.

Mira, mira com va

Gira’t mira el borinot treballa, de huit a set

Gira’t sent la forta olor de festa, com t’obliga a seguir

I a cada glop se t’obri una finestra, odi infinit

Set del mati dissabte, puta ressaca i a currar

Menys de vuit-centes l’hora, la mala llet et puja al cap

A un pas de la derrota resistirem amb força

Imprescindible actitud lliure, quan veus:

Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent

Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer

Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls

Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent

Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer

Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls

Tira la pedra i no amagues la mà

Corre amb nosaltres i no pares de ballar

Escolta els teus somnis, marca el seu compàs

No et fa falta ningú per a fer-los realitat

Poc importa si no eres el que esperen de tu

Al final del trajecte el jurat seràs tu

Volen fer-te creure que el futur està escrit

Trobaràs la manera de canviar el destí

Quan veus:

Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent

Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer

Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls

Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent

Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer

Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls

Tira la pedra i no amagues la mà

Corre amb nosaltres i no pares de ballar

Escolta els teus somnis, marca el seu compàs

Per la victòria dels teus ulls…

Look, look at the bumblebee as it dances.

Look, look how it's going

Turn around and watch the bumblebee work, from eight to seven

Turn around and watch the girl dance.

Look, look how it's going

And touching the border wait, road cut

Tomorrow will be Friday

And you will lose yourself again

Metamorphosis, with half dose

When you see:

On top of that calm is a latent wound

That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets

Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls

For the victory of your eyes

On top of that calm is a latent wound

That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets

Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls

For the victory of your eyes

Look, look at the bumblebee as it dances.

Look, look how it's going

Turn around and watch the bumblebee work, from eight to seven

Turn around and feel the strong smell of the party, as it forces you to follow

And with each sip, a window opens, endless hatred

Seven in the morning on Saturday, fucking hangover and running

At less than eight hundred an hour, bad milk comes to mind

One step away from defeat we will resist strongly

Essential free attitude, when you see:

On top of that calm is a latent wound

That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets

Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls

For the victory of your eyes

On top of that calm is a latent wound

That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets

Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls

For the victory of your eyes

Throw the stone and don't hide your hand

Run with us and don't stop dancing

Listen to your dreams, mark your beat

You don't need anyone to make them come true

It doesn't matter if you are not expected to do so

At the end of the journey, the jury will be you

They want to make you believe that the future is written

You will find a way to change your destination

When you see:

On top of that calm is a latent wound

That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets

Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls

For the victory of your eyes

On top of that calm is a latent wound

That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets

Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls

For the victory of your eyes

Throw the stone and don't hide your hand

Run with us and don't stop dancing

Listen to your dreams, mark your beat

For the victory of your eyes