Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cridarem, artist - Ebri Knight. Album song Guerrilla, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Record label: Maldito
Song language: Catalan
Cridarem(original) |
Del cor de les Guilleries |
Sortirà un gran espetec, |
Despertar sota l’alzina amb un renec. |
Amb la boira com a sostre |
I la gebrada de coixí, |
L’hora fosca de partir. |
No hem triat la mala vida |
Però ens ha vingut a buscar, |
Cent monedes, el que val el nostre cap. |
Tres xiulets de cadernera, |
I el revòlver a les mans, |
Que la terra ens robaran! |
Esborrem el nom que ens dèiem |
I el llencem entre les valls |
Que ara són el nostre llit I amagatall. |
La fortuna I la batalla |
Ens trobaran bosc endins, |
Camarades clandestins. |
Som la boira entre les branques |
Com els crits entre barrots, |
Som l’ombra de l’esperança |
I viurem tot escrivint la nostra sort. |
Esperem la nit |
Per llançar-nos als camins, |
Els germans que avui no visquin |
Ja els trobarem a l’infern. |
Si vam néixer aquí, |
Ningú sap on morirem. |
Cridarem visca la terra |
I que mori el mal govern. |
Cridarem visca la terra |
I que mori el mal govern. |
Potser despertem el monstre |
Però no tenim més opció, |
Si estem junts segur podrem perdre la por. |
No és per vagar solitaris |
Que als llops ens van parir, |
Camarada clandestí. |
Som la boira entre les branques |
Com els crits entre barrots, |
Som l’ombra de l’esperança |
I viurem tot escrivint la nostra sort |
Esperem la nit |
Per llançar-nos als camins, |
Els germans que avui no visquin |
Ja els trobarem a l’infern. |
Si vam néixer aquí, |
Ningú sap on morirem. |
Cridarem visca la terra |
I que mori el mal govern. |
Cridarem visca la terra |
I que mori el mal govern. |
Quan la nit ens aixopluga |
Cap espasa ens pot trobar, |
Sols una espelma poruga cremarà. |
Però la lluna avui s’enfila |
I farà brillar els camins. |
Si la fosca avui ens guia |
La vall serà el cementiri dels cretins. |
Esperem la nit |
Per llançar-nos als camins, |
Els germans que avui no visquin |
Ja els trobarem a l’infern. |
Si vam néixer aquí, |
Ningú sap on morirem. |
Cridarem visca la terra |
I que mori el mal govern. |
Cridarem visca la terra |
I que mori el mal govern. |
(translation) |
From the heart of the Guilleries |
A big bang will come out, |
Wake up under the oak with a renegade. |
With fog as a roof |
And the pillow frosting, |
It's dark time to leave. |
We have not chosen the bad life |
But he came to get us, |
One hundred coins, which is worth our head. |
Three whistleblowers, |
And the revolver in his hands, |
That the earth will rob us! |
We deleted the name we were told |
And we throw it between the valleys |
That they are now our bed and hiding place. |
Fortune and battle |
They will find us in the woods, |
Clandestine comrades. |
We are the fog between the branches |
Like the screams between bars, |
We are the shadow of hope |
And we will live by writing our luck. |
We look forward to the night |
To get on the road, |
Brothers who do not live today |
We'll find them in hell. |
If we were born here, |
No one knows where we will die. |
We will call the earth alive |
And let the bad government die. |
We will call the earth alive |
And let the bad government die. |
Maybe we wake up the monster |
But we have no choice. |
If we are together we will surely lose our fear. |
It is not to wander alone |
That the wolves gave birth to us, |
Clandestine comrade. |
We are the fog between the branches |
Like the screams between bars, |
We are the shadow of hope |
And we will live by writing our luck |
We look forward to the night |
To get on the road, |
Brothers who do not live today |
We'll find them in hell. |
If we were born here, |
No one knows where we will die. |
We will call the earth alive |
And let the bad government die. |
We will call the earth alive |
And let the bad government die. |
When the night shelters us |
No sword can find us, |
Only a scary candle will burn. |
But the moon is rising today |
And it will make the roads shine. |
If the darkness guides us today |
The valley will be the cemetery of the cretins. |
We look forward to the night |
To get on the road, |
Brothers who do not live today |
We'll find them in hell. |
If we were born here, |
No one knows where we will die. |
We will call the earth alive |
And let the bad government die. |
We will call the earth alive |
And let the bad government die. |