Calor Calor - La Troba Kung-Fú

Calor, calor

Que em falta calor!

Acosta´t una mica per favor!

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L´alcohol que em baixa ja no em crema

Que a l´entranya hi tinc una pedra

Pedra de gel feta de pena

Ja no li cau ni una llagrimeta

Nano, tu ets jove -em diuen veuetes-

Per veure els dies passar tant ràpid

Acava el trago i aixeca la vista

I surt al carrer i busca qui t´estima

Però jo tot iaio ple de cabòries

Menjant cigarros i a la meva olla

Donant-me brasa sense profit

Sempre m´explico deu mil històries

I em dic que jo puc, que no sóc poruc

Però el fred de peus em fa sentir sirenes

Cada sirena pel què he perdut

A tots els trens als què he dat l´esquena

Que no sóc gat i a mi em falten vides

El fred em pela i m´esqueixa a tires

Calor, calor

Que em falta calor!

Acosta´t una mica per favor!

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Però dins el glaç el meu cor batega

Bombeja sang a ritme de fera

I el fred de peus ara pica al terra

I el canigó se m´ha tornat cascada

I canto blues en llengua bastarda

Perquè ell té mare, però qui sap el pare

I donc les gràcies perquè respiro

Vull estimar tot allò que miro

Trobo el sereno al carrer mullat

És el tanguero de les altes hores

Que canta sol amb l´orquestra mora

I dóna avís als qui escolta senya

I dóna senya al niu de la pena

Que no hi ha roca que l´aigua no mogui

Que la cançó és per qui la canti

I la guitarra és per qui la toqui

Que no sóc gat i a mi em falten vides

Però ja no tinc fred, ja no m´esqueixo a tires

Calor, calor

Quina calor que fa!

Que ens haurem de despullar!

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Calor, calor

Quina calor que fa!

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Calor, calor

Quina calor que fa!

Que ens haurem de despullar!

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Heat, heat

I'm missing heat!

Please come a little closer!

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The alcohol that comes down to me no longer burns me

That I have a stone in my gut

Ice stone made of sorrow

Not a tear falls on her anymore

Nano, you're young, you call me

To see the days go by so fast

He finishes his drink and looks up

And go out into the street and look for the one who loves you

But I'm all full of crap

Eating cigarettes and in my pot

Giving me charcoal to no avail

I always tell ten thousand stories

And I tell myself I can, I'm not scared

But the cold of my feet makes me feel like mermaids

Every mermaid for what I lost

To all the trains I've turned my back on

That I am not a cat and I lack lives

The cold peels me and cuts me into strips

Heat, heat

I'm missing heat!

Please come a little closer!

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But inside the ice my heart beats

It pumps blood at a beast's pace

And the cold feet now hit the ground running

And the canigó has become a waterfall for me

And I sing blues in bastard language

Because he has a mother, but who knows the father

And so thank you for breathing

I want to love everything I look at

I find the serene on the wet street

He is the tanguero of the high hours

Who sings solo with the Moorish orchestra

And he warns those who hear the sign

And it signals to the nest of sorrow

That there is no rock that the water does not move

That the song is for whoever sings it

And the guitar is for whoever plays it

That I am not a cat and I lack lives

But I'm not cold anymore, I don't cut into strips anymore

Heat, heat

How hot it is!

That we will have to undress!

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Heat, heat

How hot it is!

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Heat, heat

How hot it is!

That we will have to undress!

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