Intro - ZOO

I al final la mata

L’assasí de maleta i corbata

Eixe paper que portava el verí

Eixos decrets que són bales de plata

Aquell gestor va desfer el camí

La desnonaren d’allí de sa casa

El mercat marca les normes, i en fi …

Ara la vida la venen barata

Al mateix temps un xic grava una cosa

Una motet, una platja, una llosa

Sobre els seus muscles per coses d’abans

Parla d’amor i detesta el romanç

Parla de penes quan odia les seues

Controla el ritme, l’estil… eixes merdes

No té valor per trencar les cadenes

No té l’estómag per cumplir les normes

I vol deixar fer, i fer si li deixen

I no vol ser un més d’eixos jutges

Que ara ja és, perquè és lletra i discurs

Perquè és imatge, és llei, és producte

Idolatria, «despreci», complot

Hi haurà càstig o hi haurà recompensa?

A tir de pedra teniu al ninot

La cirugía del crític comença

Crea, lluita maniquea

El món plorant, tu davant: quet

Crea, puja la marea

Obri les veles i arrea

And in the end he kills her

The suitcase and tie killer

That paper that carried the poison

Those decrees that are silver bullets

That manager paved the way

She was evicted from her home

The market is setting the standards, and finally

Now they sell life cheap

At the same time a little bit records something

A motet, a beach, a slab

On his shoulders for things like before

Talk about love and hate romance

He barely speaks when he hates his own

Control the rhythm, the style and the shit

It has no value in breaking the chains

He doesn't have the stomach to comply

And he wants to let it go, and do it if they let him

And he doesn't want to be one of those judges

That it is now, because it is letter and speech

Because it is image, it is law, it is product

Idolatry, "contempt," conspiracy

Will there be punishment or reward?

A stone's throw away is the doll

Critic surgery begins

Create, Manichean struggle

The world crying, you in front: shut up

Create, the tide rises

Open the sails and sail