Janoneva - La Pegatina, Eloi Gómez

Quan penso en ara penso en tu

Quan penso en el futur penso en què penses tu

Quan dic encara no és per tu

Sona la flauta, és perquè penso en què penses tu

Ja no neva a casa meva, s’ha escalfat l’habitació

Si volíem trencar vidres no ens podien dir que no

Incongruent, malalt i absurd

De barricades sense llum

Retiro y tiro sempre allò que escric

Perquè se’m van ballant els dits

Ja no neva a casa meva…

Tinc un circ on em creixen els nans

I perill amb un bolígraf a les mans

Cada vers te el seu pes

Contraraparumbejat

Tenim dret a un estat

Vull estar tot morat

Cadascú es llepa la seva ferida

I per posar passió he trobat l’habilitat

D’esvair la veritat

Sense dir cap mentida

I enviar-te a la merda

Dient… torna aviat!

El Lluc sap…

I no dirà pas que no

D’ironia i melodia

Al peu del canó

Si algun he esborrat

Pensant en que t’agradés

La pegata i els in*digna

La lliçó em ven aprés

I potser no serem els raperos del mes

Ja t’ho dic jo que no

Que no què?

Que no res

Això es paper mullat

Amb benzina

Trencant vidres calant foc

In*digna i la pegatina

El meu coixí ja no se’n recorda de mi…

When I think of now I think of you

When I think about the future I think about what you think

When I say it is not yet for you

The flute sounds, it's because I think about what you think

It's not snowing in my house anymore, the room has warmed up

If we wanted to break glass they couldn't tell us no

Incongruous, sick and absurd

Of barricades without light

I always withdraw and throw away what I write

Because my fingers are dancing

It's not snowing in my house anymore…

I have a circus where my dwarves grow up

And danger with a pen in his hands

Each verse has its weight

Contraraparumbejat

We are entitled to a state

I want to be all purple

Everyone licks their wound

And to put it bluntly, I found the ability

To dispel the truth

Without telling a lie

And send yourself to shit

Saying… Come back soon!

Luke knows…

And he won't say no

Of irony and melody

At the foot of the canyon

If I have deleted any

Thinking about what you like

The patch and the in * worthy

The lesson sells me

And we may not be the rappers of the month

I'm telling you no

What not?

That's nothing

This is wet paper

With petrol

Breaking glass by setting fire

In * worthy and the sticker

My pillow doesn't remember me anymore…