Adriá Puntí — Ull per ull song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ull per ull" by Adriá Puntí.
Lyrics
Perdo la por però em tremola el pols
Qüestió d’orgull
M’aixeco i no puc, un bon trau al mig del cervell
Ull per ull, dent per dent, qui sap si tots som mecs
Comissari a sou, no hi haurà ni un pam de net
Cauen guspires, plou però no et mulles
Potser no et cal sopluig
Un déu fent virolles, qui no plora ni mama ni beu
Ull per ull, dent per dent, qui sap si tots som mecs
Comissari a sou, no hi haurà ni un pam de net
Mmmm, no hi haurà ni un pam de net
No hi haurà ni un pam de net
Cops de puny, ulls de vellut
Guerra de botonets
Per orgull tu et sents sol
No vindrà d’un pam
Per orgull tu et sents sol
No faràs el net mai
Fora complexes, prou de modèsties
No et caldrà fer-te el gran
Mala memòria, falses històries d’un nen d’abans
Rau la por la sang et cou llàgrimes plorant
Des de sempre has estat un cocodril merdós
Que et duri, que et duri, que et duri
La bona sort
Que et duri, que et duri, que et duri
La gent mirant tots embadalits, tu et sents sol
Ningú fa un pas, escanyolit mirant
No et mouràs ni un pam, sense moure el nas
Lyrics translation
I lose the fear but I was shaking the dust
A matter of pride
I raise and I can't, a good grommet in the middle of the brain
Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, who knows if we are all mecs
Commissioner salary, there will be neither a wife net
Fall guspires, it's raining but don't you get wet
Perhaps you do not need to sopluig
A god making washers, who doesn't cry nor breast, nor drink
Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, who knows if we are all mecs
Commissioner salary, there will be neither a wife net
Mmmm, there will be neither a wife net
There will be neither a wife net
Punches, eyes of velvet
War of botonets
For pride you feel alone
Will not come with a span
For pride you feel alone
You will not do the net ever
Outside the complex, enough of modèsties
You do not need to make the big
Bad memory, false stories of a child before
Lies the fear the blood you cook tears crying
Since you have always been a crocodile merdós
That you last, you last, you last
Good luck
That you last, you last, you last
The people looking at all infatuated, you feel alone
No one makes a step, scrawny looking
Don't you mouràs nor a pam, without moving the nose