Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foc, artist - Ebri Knight. Album song Foc!, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 19.04.2015
Record label: Maldito
Song language: Catalan
Foc(original) |
| Des de les mines tristes a ciutats de carbó |
| Ens han cremat els llibres i ens han clavat la por |
| Hem caminat pels segles, hem navegat pels anys |
| Amb sorra a les sabates i amb pedres a les mans |
| Hem fet caure nissagues, hem escalfat l’hivern |
| I amb torxes i fogueres hem fet glaçar l’infern |
| Vam prendre la Bastilla amb els nostres ferits |
| Xiulant les guillotines als carrers de París |
| Els pobles s’aixequen, els barris desperten |
| I a cops de mitjanit fan sortir el sol |
| Sents clara la crida, et cou la ferida |
| La teva vida és en joc. |
| Pren aire i crida: foc! |
| El pa que no teníem el vam prendre dels rics |
| Vam prendre Barcelona l’estiu del trenta-sis |
| I dels crits de la selva als xiscles de l’oblit |
| Totes les veus gemeguen; |
| ha començat la nit |
| Ens van sembrar misèries, ens van sembrar terrors |
| I ara enmig de les cendres veuran com creixen flors |
| El nostre món desperta, desperta el nostre món |
| I entre reixes que cauen, el seu pitjor malson |
| Els pobles s’aixequen, els barris desperten |
| I a cops de mitjanit fan sortir el sol |
| Sents clara la crida, et cou la ferida |
| La teva vida és en joc. |
| Pren aire i crida: foc! |
| Creuant deserts, creuant fronteres |
| Creuant el mar, creuant el mar |
| Creuant el cel, creuant tempestes |
| Creuant el mar, creuant el mar |
| Els pobles s’aixequen, els barris desperten |
| I a cops de mitjanit fan sortir el sol |
| Sents clara la crida, et cou la ferida |
| La teva vida és en joc. |
| Pren aire i crida: foc! |
| (translation) |
| From sad mines to coal cities |
| They have burned our books and scared us |
| We have walked for centuries, we have sailed for years |
| With sand in his shoes and stones in his hands |
| We've been drowning, we've warmed the winter |
| And with torches and bonfires, we froze hell |
| We took the Bastille with our wounded |
| Whistling guillotines in the streets of Paris |
| Villages are rising, neighborhoods are waking up |
| And at midnight they make the sun rise |
| You hear the call clear, your wound burns |
| Your life is at stake. |
| Take a breath and shout: fire! |
| The bread we did not have we took from the rich |
| We took Barcelona in the summer of 1936 |
| And from the cries of the jungle to the screams of oblivion |
| All voices moan; |
| the night has begun |
| They sowed misery in us, they sowed terror in us |
| And now in the midst of the ashes they will see flowers grow |
| Our world awakens, awakens our world |
| And between falling bars, his worst nightmare |
| Villages are rising, neighborhoods are waking up |
| And at midnight they make the sun rise |
| You hear the call clear, your wound burns |
| Your life is at stake. |
| Take a breath and shout: fire! |
| Crossing deserts, crossing borders |
| Crossing the sea, crossing the sea |
| Crossing the sky, crossing storms |
| Crossing the sea, crossing the sea |
| Villages are rising, neighborhoods are waking up |
| And at midnight they make the sun rise |
| You hear the call clear, your wound burns |
| Your life is at stake. |
| Take a breath and shout: fire! |