Molt De Soroll
Ixo Rai
A Lot of Noise
In Fraga they say it's a mess
at the little farm, they sing,
at Faió they say it’s a joke
Mequinensa’s got a twist.
We’ve got a weapon in our mouths
it’s the tongue of Moncada,
a language that served us well
for talking in our home.
They call us from the border
many say we’re from the east
even more from the west
but my roots are from the Franxa.
A lot of noise,
Let’s make, they’re making a big ol’ fart,
A lot of noise,
we all dance the chicken dance together.
The best part of the sandwich
has always been inside,
neither west nor east
we’re from the land in between.
Some just comment
that we talk really bad,
others also say
that we speak like fools.
They think we’re strange folks
because we eat raw liver,
we say in the north the flat the throat
and when we dance we honor the dead.
A lot of noise,
Let’s make, they’re making a big ol’ fart,
A lot of noise,
we all dance the chicken dance together.
I love our land
the sun rises every day,
we just want you to come
and together we’ll make some noise.
No need to keep quiet
let’s reason, talk, shout,
they’re just barking dogs
that understand us when we speak.
Let the hard tongue come out
let it blow up a storm,
the voice of our culture.
Let the mute move their hands.
A lot of noise,
Let’s make, they’re making a big ol’ fart,
A lot of noise,
we all dance the chicken dance together.
