EPÍLEG

And if the passage of time is only perversion
You know too much about me, I don't know who I am
Or what are we, I escaped from a zoo
And what a whore is war and what peace is the forest
I was sleeping in my den, it was 2013

Panxo appeared with lyrical rhythms
Torn dreams in bags, we throw ourselves into the river in 2014
Summer, how nice to feel alive, thanks to Dasousa and the love of mine
Welcome Marcos, welcome Arnau
All this is yours now, all this is yours now

Hector came, he: So gallant, so distracted
The van is already up to the roof
Much more passion than excellence at concerts
Many shirts with my jeta
In a year the plan has changed

Second album, little balance left, they're having a hard time
Will more hymns be played? Will the payrolls come out?
Fear, sweat and tears, all this is Raval
Natxet was already there: So Ciscar, so Ki Sap, so discreet
I'm missing something and I don't know what it is

They knock on the door and joy, it was Pollet, as he came
Like an elephant in a trap
The machine oiled, the bills paid
Hangovers get longer, they don't win bread
They respect the currelas, they ignore the tolais

Except in that town they end up in galtaes
End of the first cycle, I have left so many names, as I would say
The hairdresser, they know who they are
A lot of jaleo, dishonored and faranduleo
Someone is going to think about making songs

I think you shout for me when I am talking to you
I'm trying to forget In Rome
And I am playing music, singing far from you, don't expect respect the wolf is over

Two zero Two zero, break year and pandemic coming
The one we delivered doesn't even have a name
How farsighted we were saving firewood
And how inexplicable to be so lucky
It was strange, fecund, bohemian

Little pyrotechnics, lots of fun
If I put a note to this period of uncertainty and anguish
I give it a point: Inflection
Of slides and ironies, of lepolies
If you were me you would do it too, less nonsense

Standing ovations and trophies, people standing in the coliseum
Giving each other peace and harmony
And ideology: What happened to that?
They would tell you but I don't want to
Go up to an altar, punish, ask for forgiveness

The day won't come, I'm not religious
Crazy with joy and the word: Standing!
Reds and atheists, fall who falls, you see?
Philosophers of after hours and table
Mine, style, agitation and propaganda

In the basket and hammer shirt
And other convictions that gave me work
It was so nice to shed your skin
But a job forever never
And "aspai" , look for us in the south

Where we don't follow fashions and talk about ourselves
Common causes, our area the scene, pintamones
The bed, the park and the dictionary, the bar and the vermouth

And we have left a trail of poison, from mothers to children, you can breastfeed, and friends: No
suffer for me
That I was lucky and had a good life
Mission accomplished, hey, I've been so happy

I think you shout for me when I am talking to you
I'm trying to forget In Rome
And I am playing music, singing far from you, don't expect respect the wolf is over