La Guàrdia - La Gossa Sorda

Prohibida la tinença

Prohibides les vesprades de tardor

Il·legal la teua cara

Convertida en una bola de cogoll

La moral porta pistola

I nosaltres som el seu pitjor malson

Il•legal la teua ràbia

Tan potent com una bomba de cogoll

I ara que sents el vent cridar

Ja no tens por de que t’atrape el temps

Ja no tens por de les mirades falses

Que t’amenacen nit i dia

T’has plantat dins de ta casa

T’has decidit a ventilar la teua por

I has iniciat el teu projecte

Endavant per l’autarquia del cogoll

I a rebolcons anàvem pels racons

Entre boires de futur espés

T’he retrobat damunt de mi mullada

Com cada tarda, nit i dia

Junts com una bola de cogoll

Que va arrelant als nostres ulls

Embriagats encara de lluna, sexe i marihuana

Suau, com el contacte dels teus pits

Com una brisa vora el mar

Embriagats encara de lluna, sexe i marihuana

La guàrdia, la guàrdia, amagueu-ho tot!

Possession is prohibited

Prohibited on autumn evenings

Your face is illegal

Turned into a ball of bud

Morality carries a gun

And we are his worst nightmare

Illegal your anger

As powerful as a budding bomb

And now that you hear the wind scream

You no longer have to worry about time

You are no longer afraid of false looks

They threaten you night and day

You planted yourself inside your house

You've decided to vent your fear

And you have started your project

Forward to the autarky of the bud

And we were going to the corners

Between thick future mists

I found you wet on top of me

Like every afternoon, night and day

Together like a ball of buds

That is taking root in our eyes

Still intoxicated by the moon, sex and marijuana

Soft, like the touch of your breasts

Like a breeze by the sea

Still intoxicated by the moon, sex and marijuana

The guard, the guard, hide it all!