Sanjosex — Temps o Rellotge song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Temps o Rellotge" by Sanjosex.
Lyrics
Com un ganivet que talla tot un dia enter en trossets
Com si el temps es pogués dividir com si res
És com dir que el temps és un rellotge
Ja fa massa temps que ens hem deixat endur pel ritme feixuc
Ritme que no és vida ni present ni futura
Hi ha un soroll que viu entre nosaltres
Temps fa que vàrem deixar de jugar
Que vàrem oblidar totes aquelles dreceres
Que porten a un país sense les presses
El ritme que ens imposem és el ritme que ens fa viure perduts!
Sense paraules
Hem de trobar temps per estar
Molt més temps junts
Sense comptar
Les hores passades
Perduts entre abraçades
Has de controlar aquests teus maleïts instints maternals
Estan destrossant la teva parella
Almenys fes-ho per ella
L’agenda que ens ajuda és qui ens dóna la mesura del temps
Hem de trobar moments per deixar fugir la nostre ment
Llocs sense cobertura
Temps fa que vam oblidar el camí
Que porta a aquell paradís on els nens són nens
I els grans han de renéixer
El ritme que ens imposem és el ritme que ens fa viure perduts!
Muts!
Sense esperances!
Hem de trobar temps per estar
Molt més temps junts
Sense comptar
Les hores passades
Perduts entre abraçades
Lyrics translation
Like a knife that cuts a whole day integer in bits
As if the time could be split up as if nothing
It is like saying that the time is a clock
It's been too long that we have ceased to be carried away by the rhythm awkward
Rhythm that is not life nor present nor future
There is a noise that lives between us
Time ago that we left to play
That we forget all those shortcuts
That lead to a country without the rush
The rhythm that we impose is the rhythm that makes us to live lost!
Without words
We have to find time to be
A lot more time together
Without counting
The hours past
Lost between hugs
You have to control these your damn instincts are maternal
Are destroying your partner
At least do it for her
The agenda that helps us is the one who gives us the measure of time
We have to find moments to let escape our minds
Places without coverage
Long ago that we forget the way
That leads to that paradise where children are children
And the great need of revival
The rhythm that we impose is the rhythm that makes us to live lost!
Dumb!
Without hopes!
We have to find time to be
A lot more time together
Without counting
The hours past
Lost between hugs