Zoo — Estiu song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Estiu" by Zoo.
Lyrics
Cau la calor a la safor bombeja el ritme
No estem fent merda facilona, ací fem himnes
Se’n va el dolor amb l' olor a mar, les primaveres
demanen vida, l’estiu arriba…
El sol ha eixit, la ràdio sona, estem vius,
estic fent temes i esperant per si somrius,
érem feliços amb mentires de mil colors,
tinc els conflictes d’un suïcida, tinc por…
I vull tornar als meus impulsos, ser pràctic,
que si ella sona jo tremole, lo màxim
venen trompetes, no és Gillespie,
etern als samples, és Ainsley: «Brother, ho volen simple».
Volen que venga el discurs que ven, que no qüestione
volen que calle i que puge al tren
i aquella gent que em demana frases? que
em diu que torne? No s’imaginen lo mal que em senc.
Pero hui ja passe del drama,
vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
no vull que un error siga un problema
Però hui ja passe del drama
l’auto-compassió és una condemna
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
no vull ni la reixa ni la pena
Res del que passa és comparable a tu,
la nostra eixida eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs,
tu eres rebel i consentida, res del que passa és comparable
a tu. Passa la vida!
Res del que passa és comparable a tu la nostra eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs,
Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable
a tu. Passa la vida!
I un altre any perdut en esta confusió vital,
lluitant contra els dimonis que van per dins cridant,
buscant guanyar-me la partida, i perdre la raó,
buscant que perga les forces, passa la vida i jo…
veig als majors, i pense en tot el que es mereixen,
i baixa la esperança i puja el pa
i amb esta perspectiva qui vol crèixer, eh?
dubtes i dubtes, depressió ve i eufòria va.
Que no serà per ganes de ficar les bombes,
que serà per la por a perdre el que tenim
qui no censura el fons, critica per les formes
i uns passen del tema, i uns filen massa prim.
Volen que venga el discurs que ven, la porten clara:
jo el que vull vendre és la victòria cara.
Que vull mirar als ulls si un dia arriba l’hora…
Que no puc ser feliç amb tanta merda ahí fora
Pero hui ja passe del drama,
vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
no vull que un error siga un problema
Però hui ja passe del drama
l’auto-compassió és una condemna
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
no vull ni la reixa ni la pena
Res del que passa és comparable a tu,
la nostra eixida eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs,
tu eres rebel i consentida, res del que passa és comparable
a tu. Passa la vida!
Res del passa és comparable a tu la nostra eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs,
Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable
a tu. Passa la vida!
Lyrics translation
Falls the heat in the safor is pumping the beat
We're not doing shit facilona, here we hymns
Goes the pain with the smell of sea, the spring
ask life, the summer arrives…
The sun has eixit, the radio plays, we are alive,
I'm making themes and waiting for if somrius,
we were happy with mentires of a thousand colors,
I have the conflicts of a suicide, I'm afraid…
And I want to return to my impulses, be practical,
if it sounds like I tremole, it maximum
sell trumpets, is not Gillespie,
eternal in the samples, it is Ainsley: "Brother, they want it simple".
They want to sell them the message that sells, not qüestione
want calle and puge the train
and those people that asks me sentences? that
I said that I? They can't imagine it bad that I senc.
But today is already happening in the drama,
I want to touch the fire, feel it burning
I have thirst for life, not for fame
I don't want an error to be a problem
But today is already happening in the drama
self-compassion is a condemnation
I have thirst for life, not for fame
I don't want neither the fence nor the worth
Anything that happens is comparable to you,
our output output, men and women of acts impure,
you were a rebel and condoned, anything that happens is comparable
you. Happens life!
Anything that happens is comparable to you our output, men and women of acts impure,
Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable
you. Happens life!
And another year lost in this confusion of life,
fighting against the demons that were inside screaming,
looking for win me the game, and lose the reason,
looking for perga forces, spends his life and I…
I see the greatest, and I believe in everything that you deserve,
and low the hope and climbs to the bread
with this perspective, who wants to grow, eh?
doubts and doubts, depression comes and euphoria it.
That's not going to want to put the bombs,
that will be for the fear of losing what we have
who does not censure the background, critical to the ways
and a pass of the subject, and a few filen too thin.
They want to sell them the speech that sells, take it clear:
what I want to sell is the victory face.
That I want to look in the eyes if a day comes when…
That I can't be happy with so much shit that out
But today is already happening in the drama,
I want to touch the fire, feel it burning
I have thirst for life, not for fame
I don't want an error to be a problem
But today is already happening in the drama
self-compassion is a condemnation
I have thirst for life, not for fame
I don't want neither the fence nor the worth
Anything that happens is comparable to you,
our output output, men and women of acts impure,
you were a rebel and condoned, anything that happens is comparable
you. Happens life!
Nothing is comparable to you our output, men and women of acts impure,
Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable
you. Happens life!