Bananeres - La Pegatina, Oques Grasses

Vinc de fadista i tiro de to

I aquest do em desespera

Hi ha poca pista per a la missió

I el motor no s’engega

Vinc de la bèstia i la mataré

Perquè no arribi a carena

De la drecera a ser com sóc

Tot està per fer

Sortirem per bananeres

De la crisi del matí

Sortirem per bananeres

Sempre hi ha verí d’ahir

Sortirem per bananeres

L’altra lluna és un perill

Sortirem per bananeres

Vinc de la panxa de ma mare

De tot el que un dia vaig fer

Sense saber on vaig ara

La vida em dispara amunt

I perdo el fil sortint del fum

Tan lluny perdo la bala

I tot comença on s’acabava

I també vinc de la panxa del teu pare

De tot el que un dia va fer

Sense saber el que pensava

I no, no paris que no para

Que així desapareix un dia

I comença l’altre

Amb una fletxa de cupido al cul

Amunt i avall, com una cabra

Tal com ve se’n va

Se’n va la gràcia i se’n va la fera

Tal com ve se’n va

Se’n van de festa pomes i peres

Tal com ve se’n va

Se’n va la fusta que ara remena

I se’n va la sang i ens veiem salvats

Però ja tornarà

I ara estem tarats i la nostra cosa

Ens fa anar de cap

I come from fadista and tone shot

And that gift makes me desperate

There is little clue to the mission

And the engine does not start

I come from the beast and I will kill it

So that it does not reach the ridge

From the shortcut to being the way I am

Everything is to be done

We will go out for bananas

From the crisis of the morning

We will go out for bananas

There is always poison from yesterday

We will go out for bananas

The other moon is a danger

We will go out for bananas

I come from my mother's womb

Of everything I did one day

Not knowing where I'm going now

Life shoots me up

And I lose the thread coming out of the smoke

So far I lose the bullet

And it all starts where it ends

And I also come from your father's womb

Of everything he did one day

Not knowing what he was thinking

And no, don't stop

That way one day it disappears

And the other one starts

With a cupid's arrow in his ass

Up and down, like a goat

As it goes

The grace is gone and the beast is gone

As it goes

Apples and pears are partying

As it goes

The wood that is now shuffling is gone

And the blood goes out and we are saved

But he will return

And now we're screwed and our thing

It makes us nod