Sangtraït — Maleïda Policia song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Maleïda Policia" by Sangtraït.
Lyrics
A les vuit i quart a l’altura del convent
Un sol crit li gela el cor demanant-li l’ajut
I ell, com és fort i no és dolent, va cap allà
Per a veure qui pot ser
Quan hi va arribar aquell home ja era fred
Només podia resar perquè entrés a dins del cel
Com a bon cristià, com a ser humà que no és un sant
Però creu en Déu i ho sent
Maleïda policia…
Maleïda policia…
Mort! És mort! Hi ha sang en el terra
Dos trets, al cor i al pit, i encara se’l sent
Cridant sense veu un nom que és el seu
Sona un tro i un cop, encara més fort
Li trenca el pit i el crema com mai
Li havia cremat el foc a la pell
Maleïda policia…
Maleïda policia…
Deia la veritat, que ell no ho havia pas fet
Només anava passejant, com sempre ho solia fer
Del nord al sud, de l’est a l’oest
Amb vent, amb fred, estiu, hivern i ploguent
Són les vuit i vint a les portes del convent
Càntics gregorians s’esvaeixen al vent:
Kirie eleison, Criste eleison…
Que porti Déu la seva llei al món
Mort! És mort! Hi ha sang en el terra
Dos trets, al cor i al pit, i encara se’l sent
Cridant sense veu un nom que és el seu
Sona un tro i un cop, encara més fort
Li trenca el pit i el crema com mai
Li havia cremat el foc a la pell
Maleïda policia…
Maleïda policia…
Lyrics translation
At eight and a quarter at the height of the convent
A single cry he gela the heart asking him for the help
And he, as it is strong and is not bad, go there
To see who can be
When he arrived the man was already cold
I could only pray for him to come inside the sky
As a good christian, as a human being who is not a saint
But believe in God and it being
Fucking police…
Fucking police…
Death! Is dead! There is blood on the floor
Two features, in the heart and in the chest, and still it feels
Screaming without a voice a name that is your
Sounds like a thunder and once, even stronger
He breaks the chest and burning as ever
He had burned the fire to the skin
Fucking police…
Fucking police…
He said the truth, that he did not do was step fact
I just went wandering, as it always used to do
From north to south, from the east to the west
With wind, cold, summer, winter, and ploguent
Are the eight and twenty to the doors of the convent
Chants-gregorian fade in the wind:
Kirie eleison, Criste eleison…
You bring God his law to the world
Death! Is dead! There is blood on the floor
Two features, in the heart and in the chest, and still it feels
Screaming without a voice a name that is your
Sounds like a thunder and once, even stronger
He breaks the chest and burning as ever
He had burned the fire to the skin
Fucking police…
Fucking police…