Obrint Pas — Amb La Teua Gent song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Amb La Teua Gent" by Obrint Pas.
Lyrics
Ja ho sents: baixant pels carrers
La gent i el seu moviment
Mostrant tot el seu poder
Alçant les veus contra el vent
Si al teu barri la resposta creix
L’avantguarda seràs tu mateix
Balla al ritme del seu moviment
I baixa als teus carrers
A trobar-te amb la gent
Amb la teua gent!
Ja ho sents: Gasolina i foc
Incendis a dins del teu cor
Pedrades als contenidors
De les il·lusions
Si al teu barri la resposta creix
L’avantguarda seràs tu mateix
Balla al ritme del seu moviment
I baixa als teus carrers
A trobar-te amb la gent
Amb la teua gent!
Venim de la muntanya
De la vall i la marjal
De l’horta i la ribera
De la mar i del secà
Venim amb melodies
Que sonen tradicionals
Que ens transformen en vent
Que fa nàixer huracans
Venim amb voluntat
Perquè ens cal recuperar…
Escolta la consigna:
Crida-la, crida-la!
Venim de la muntanya
De la vall i la marjal
De l’horta i la ribera
De la mar i del secà
Venim amb melodies
Que sonen tradicionals
Que ens transformen en vent
Que fa nàixer huracans
Venim de la muntanya
De la vall i la marjal
De l’horta i la ribera
De la mar i del secà
Venim de tots els barris
De les viles i ciutats
I baixem a València
La volem recuperar
No es tracta d’una fugida
Només és un punt de partida
Qui avisa no es traïdor
I nosaltres ja no tenim por
No us espereu la resposta
Va creixent i es va fent mes forta
I quan baixeu al carrer
Trobareu la meua gent
Amb la teua gent!
Lyrics translation
I feel: down on the streets
The people and their movement
Showing all his power
Raising the voices against the wind
If your neighbourhood is the response grows
The avant-garde, you will be yourself
Dance to the rhythm of your movement
And down your streets
To meet with the people
With your people!
I feel: Gasoline and fire
Fire inside of your heart
Pedrades in the containers
Of illusions
If your neighbourhood is the response grows
The avant-garde, you will be yourself
Dance to the rhythm of your movement
And down your streets
To meet with the people
With your people!
We come from the mountain
Of the valley and the marsh
Of the horta and la ribera
Of the sea and the dry land
We come up with melodies
That sound traditional
That we transform into wind
That makes it the birth place of hurricanes
We come with a desire
Because we need to recover…
Listening to the left-luggage office:
Call it, call it!
We come from the mountain
Of the valley and the marsh
Of the horta and la ribera
Of the sea and the dry land
We come up with melodies
That sound traditional
That we transform into wind
That makes it the birth place of hurricanes
We come from the mountain
Of the valley and the marsh
Of the horta and la ribera
Of the sea and the dry land
We come from all quarters
Of the towns and cities
And we go down to Valencia
We all want to recover
This is not a leak
It is only a starting point
Who warns is not a traitor
And we no longer have fear
Don't wait for the answer
He was growing and was doing month-deposit box
And when download it on the street
You will find my people
With your people!