Els Pets — Terra-Billy song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Terra-Billy" by Els Pets.
Lyrics
Tant de tombar estaques
Tants cops de destral
Diguem no, cridàvem
Quasi tot està igual…
Si més no, si més no
Hi ha patriotes a la presó
Gent que lluita de debò
Cremada per la repressió
I la gent a casa seva
Mirant concursos al televisor
A veure si surt el cotxe
O si els toca algun milió
Vivim en el tros del món
Més emmerdat que hi ha
Fums, pudors, nuclears
Però a la gent tant li fa
Ningú no s’immuta
Ningú mou el cul
I quatre fills de puta
Van omplint-se el bagul
En el camp de Tarragona
Vivim damunt d’un polvorí
Defensem l’aire i la terra
Que, aquí, ens hi van parir!
Oh, trist racó d’aquest Mediterrani mort!
Oh, trist racó d’aquest Mediterrani mort!
Desperta’t, espavila’t!
Que ara és el teu torn!
I ara Barcelona
Pels jocs la netejaran
I tot el que no sona
Aquí baix ho portaran
Manguis i xoriços
Fora de la capital
I aquí en quatre pisos
Fotran aquest personal
Putes, putes Olimpiades!
Bombes, petardos al 92!
Barna s’endú les medalles
I aquí les escorrialles
Oh, trist racó d’aquest Mediterrani mort!
Oh, trist racó d’aquest Mediterrani mort!
Desperta’t, espavila’t!
Què ara és el teu torn!
Lyrics translation
Both of the lying stakes
So many blows of axe
Let's say no, cridàvem
Almost everything is the same…
If not, at least
There are patriots in prison
People that fight seriously
Burnt by the repression
And the people at their home
Watching competitions on the tv
To see if you leave the car
Or if the touch a million
We live in the part of the world
More emmerdat that there is
Smoke, smell, nuclear
But to the people whether it
No one is immuta
No one moves your ass
And four children of a whore
They were filling the trunk
In the field of Tarragona
We live on a powder keg
We defend the air and the earth
That, here, we were given birth to!
Oh, sad corner of this Mediterranean death!
Oh, sad corner of this Mediterranean death!
Wake-up, espavila't!
Now it is your turn!
And now Barcelona
By games the netejaran
And all that does not sound
Here below you will
Manguis and xoriços
Outside of the capital
And here on four floors
Fotran this personal
Sluts, whores Olympics!
Bombs, petardos to 92!
Barna is definitely the medals
And here the detritus
Oh, sad corner of this Mediterranean death!
Oh, sad corner of this Mediterranean death!
Wake-up, espavila't!
What now is your turn!