Antònia Font — Tots es motors song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tots es motors" by Antònia Font.
Lyrics
Encara no m’ho crec
I ja torn a ser a un satèl·lit
Que fa voltes en línia recta
T’has fet desaparèixer
I jo he perdut sa corba
I s’anestèsia, i he plorat
Necessit un centre de gravetat
Necessit un atles d’espirals
Que me dugui a conèixer i a tancar
Una fonoteca d’auriculars
I que sonin tots es motors
D’impossibles aviadors
Que te duguin a comprovar
Que es teus somnis són africans
Mos estimàvem
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
Encara no m’ho crec
I ja torn a ser a un satèl·lit
Que fa voltes en línia recta
T’has fet desaparèixer
I jo he perdut sa corba
I s’anestèsia, i he plorat
Que s’encenguin es aspersors
Que mos reguin tots es codonys
Que no sé si s’han de regar
Perquè jo som més de la mar
Mos estimàvem
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
I que sonin tots es motors
D’impossibles aviadors
Que te duguin a comprovar
Que es teus somnis són africans
Mos estimàvem
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
Mos estimàvem
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
Lyrics translation
I still don't you think
And now turn to be a satellite
That does laps in a straight line
Have you done disappear
And I've lost sa curve
And anesthesia, and I cried
Necessit a center of gravity
Necessit an atlas of spiral
That's how I make to know and to close
A fonoteca of headphones
And that sound all engines
Of impossible aviators
That you take check
That your dreams are african
Bite estimàvem
Bite destrossàvem each other their lives
Mos had just, mos did company
Bite caducàvem, mos were devoting ourselves
Almost always is days
Bite sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
I still don't you think
And now turn to be a satellite
That does laps in a straight line
Have you done disappear
And I've lost sa curve
And anesthesia, and I cried
That will go on is sprinklers
Mos reguin all codonys
I don't know if they have watered
Because I are more of the sea
Bite estimàvem
Bite destrossàvem each other their lives
Mos had just, mos did company
Bite caducàvem, mos were devoting ourselves
Almost always is days
Bite sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
And that sound all engines
Of impossible aviators
That you take check
That your dreams are african
Bite estimàvem
Bite destrossàvem each other their lives
Mos had just, mos did company
Bite caducàvem, mos were devoting ourselves
Almost always is days
Bite sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem
Bite estimàvem
Bite destrossàvem each other their lives
Mos had just, mos did company
Bite caducàvem, mos were devoting ourselves
Almost always is days
Bite sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem