Aquesta Vora - Dremen

They call me unfriendly, how to explain it in 10 songs
How to explain sensations, living so fast
And pretend to be what we are not, huh?
How to explain to them the leaks in my attic
I also want something clear, friend
But in music I like to play with mud
And I look more at the real world than my navel
And I need to try, to make mistakes, to do something
The body demands what it demands
I only give voice to an inertia
To this uncontrolled impulse
That doesn't understand labels, not of science
And the nerve touches the hands, ideas come
And the foot marks the beat, and the hands burn
And the pen is there next to me, and I kill the loneliness
And what you wanted has happened: Zoo and Dremen

This edge, where everything arrives rotten and untimely
This hell, where people set rules and limits
And the world cries, with anger and sorrow at seeing a scene
Desolate, that confirms, that in that cage they have put a poem

And they call me antisocial
How to explain it without talking about criticism
Without raising blisters, without putting salt in the wounds
Without coloring the controversy

The poetic license, to tell you that it's been a while
Since the north blurs, that music makes
Money on every corner, we are the cheapest
Whores of the guild that dominates us
Discipline, constancy, to me it's worth
As a formula, it keeps the smile alive
Without gains. The incredulous look of no importance
I exaggerate like the wake of the priest with Ebola
Let them take away what we've danced, the tickling
The stomach full of chrysalids
I still love my profession amidst so much bullshit
When we face each other in the chariots