
Date of issue: 11.12.2007
Song language: Catalan
Astronauta rimador(original) |
Cafeïna, droga dura, droga fina |
Control, bumetres de colors |
Pressions, nivells d’oli, benzina |
Èter, combustible irascible |
Crema un sol diòxid dins un cel monòxid |
I no descanses astre incombustible? |
Déu de s’univers, no me diguis que me deixes |
Aquí tirat i aquí tirat |
De vacances pagades, anar a fer feina a sa galàxia cinc |
D’un sistema podrit d’agències de viatges |
De putes i fulanes, te cagues, de guarres? |
Me mor de ganes |
Som s’astronauta rimador |
Que rima i que se caga si fallen es motors |
Som s’atronauta noranta |
I tenc un paper mate i un rotllo de paper de vàter |
Un dia assolellat partim estacions espacials |
Monitors, cronòmetres |
Compte enrere fins a nou, qui marca sa marca |
Qui dóna el sus i partim com un coet |
Camins que se tanquen i parets, bistecs |
Cordon blues, piteres de pollastre |
I una merda, puré de proteïna i cafeïna |
Què és un droga dura i que és una droga fina |
9 876 543 210, ignició! |
Controla!, que un led vermell s’encén |
Controla!, que un led vermell s’encén |
I preparant es viatge a Saturn he trobat una revista |
Que duia una entrevista amb fotos a sa lluna |
Jo i en Simó científics astronautes |
Dedicàvem ses paraules a una reportera veterana |
Bloc i gravadora |
I què passa! |
Sa pena m’ha deixat |
Fet una puta braga i me costa partir |
I dir adéu a germans i germanes, adéu a tots |
Leds vermells m’enrevolten, controlen cada peça |
D’un transbordador filigrana i no fallen |
O gairebé no fallen, ses màquines perfectes Macintosh |
Sa finestra, estrelles que se precipiten |
Iogurts de merda seca |
S’univers desconegut és una cadena d’esdeveniments |
Que ens afecten més o menys |
I es xòfer des vehicle lunar discuteix amb un turista |
Que no sap que realment és un artista assegut a un volant |
Que esquivar tots es cràters no és fàcil a tal velocitat |
Sa cuina se posa a mil i es menjador se peta |
I es cheff que se queixa que no hi ha carn, ni peix |
Ni olles netes: peroles militars rovellades |
I es mosso de sa cuina és nou |
Ningú li ha explicat ni què ha de fer |
I ses bosses de fems son allà |
I ningú les tirara o què? |
Que això pareix un niu de rates i no una cuina |
Que si ve un inspector de sanitat |
Fotrà un multa i xaparà el negoci |
Que m'és igual que jo només ho dic |
Senyora, com se pot imaginar tot això |
A jo me sua soberanament la polla |
I que anava a dir … |
Som s’astronauta rimador |
Que rima i que se caga si fallen es motors |
Som s’astronauta noranta |
I tenc un paper mater i un rotllo de paper de vàter |
Sinapsi, lliure pensament, drogodependència |
Farmàcia, creu rotja, creu verda |
Semàfor no t’assustis, company de carretera |
Amic per sempre més |
(translation) |
Caffeine, hard drug, fine drug |
Control, color gauges |
Pressures, oil levels, gasoline |
Ether, irascible fuel |
It burns a single dioxide in a monoxide sky |
And don't you rest incombustible star? |
God of the universe, don't tell me you're leaving me |
Here lying and here lying |
On a paid vacation, go to work in your galaxy five |
From a rotten system of travel agencies |
Of whores and so-and-so, you shit, of sluts? |
I'm dying for it |
We're a rhyming astronaut |
That rhymes and shit if engines fail |
We are ninety astronauts |
And I have a matte paper and a roll of toilet paper |
On a sunny day we leave space stations |
Monitors, stopwatches |
Count down to nine, who marks his mark |
Who gives a shit and leaves like a rocket |
Closed paths and walls, steaks |
Cordon blues, chicken breasts |
And shit, protein and caffeine puree |
What is a hard drug and what is a fine drug |
9 876 543 210, ignition! |
Check that a red LED is lit. |
Check that a red LED is lit. |
And while preparing for the trip to Saturn, I found a magazine |
That he was conducting a photo interview on his moon |
Simon and I are astronaut scientists |
We dedicated our words to a veteran reporter |
Block and recorder |
And what happens! |
I'm sorry to hear that |
Made a fucking panty and it's hard for me to leave |
And say goodbye to brothers and sisters, goodbye to all |
Red LEDs surround me, they control every piece |
Filigree shuttle and they don't fail |
Or they almost don't fail, their perfect Macintosh machines |
His window, stars rushing |
Dry shit yogurts |
The Unknown Universe is a chain of events |
That affects us more or less |
And the driver of the lunar vehicle is arguing with a tourist |
Who doesn’t know that he really is an artist sitting behind the wheel |
Dodging all craters is not easy at this speed |
His kitchen is a thousand and his dining room is cracked |
And the chef complains that there is no meat or fish |
Not clean pots: rusty military pots |
And his kitchen is new |
Nobody told him what to do |
And his manure bags are there |
And no one will throw them or what? |
That this looks like a rat's nest and not a kitchen |
That if a health inspector comes |
Fuck a fine and slap the business |
That I don't care what I just say |
Madam, how can all this be imagined |
My cock sweats sovereignly |
And what was he going to say? |
We're a rhyming astronaut |
That rhymes and shit if engines fail |
We are ninety astronauts |
And I have a mater paper and a roll of toilet paper |
Synapse, free thinking, drug addiction |
Pharmacy, red cross, green cross |
Don't be afraid of traffic lights, fellow traveler |
Friend forever more |