El Meu Batec - La Troba Kung-Fú

Tant m'és què diran les cròniques

Quan deixi de tocar

Què pensin els que pensen

Quan pari el meu caminar

Ara dono tot el feeling

Per poder-te fer ballar

Que el que importa és que ara vulguis

El meu batec cavalcar

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Mullant el que era sec

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Cavalca el meu batec

N’hi ha que parlen dels estils

Dels poemes fins del swing

Del llenguatge que utilitzo

O que mai seran aquí

Però el que importa no és el com

I el poema és ben senzill

Que el que importa està molt clar

El meu batec cavalcar

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Mullant el que era sec

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Cavalca el meu batec

Quan cavalques tot es mou

Amb el mateix respirar

El que canto tu m’ho balles

El que toco et fa esquinçar

Ja no importa el fa un moment

Ni el que després passarà

Desplego tota la vela

Pel teu batec cavalcar

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Mullant el que era sec

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Cavalca el meu batec

I don't care what the chronicles say

When you stop playing

What do those who think think

When I stop walking

Now I give the whole feeling

To be able to make you dance

That what matters is that you want it now

My beat riding

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wetting what was dry

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Ride my beat

Some talk about styles

From fine poems to swing

Of the language I use

What will never be here

But what matters is not how

And the poem is very simple

That what matters is very clear

My beat riding

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wetting what was dry

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Ride my beat

When you ride everything moves

With the same breathe

What you sing you dance to me

What I play makes you tear

It doesn't matter a moment ago

Nor what will happen next

I unfurl the whole sail

For your beat ride

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wetting what was dry

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Ride my beat