Translation of the song lyrics Resistirem - Gossos

Resistirem (original)

Sempre buscant la tàctica perfecta
Publicitat indigesta
M’emprenyo perquè a mi no em cal
Brutícia sorda, llorda que m’angoixa
Sempre hi ha algú que intenta vendre’m
La clau de la felicitat
Ara podem triar, decidir com i quan
Però el compte enrere no atura, no espera
Aixeca bé el teu cap
Vull que et miris al mirall
Ja res és com abans
Ho hauries d’acceptar
Fins que canviïn les coses, ens voldran humiliar
Fins que ens tractin com cal, doncs ens hauran d’aguantar
Fins que ens tallin les ales, no deixarem de cridar
Fins que algú ens faci cas
Si mai em pares per fer-me una enquesta
Et diré el que em molesta
Sembla que ens han buidat el cap
Des del sofà, la cel·la que et dispersa
La tele encesa com sempre
Veuràs un dia el teu final
Ara podem triar, decidir i remenar
Però el compte enrere no atura, no espera
Connectat a la realitat, tarifa plana ideal
Però si no pagues no et miren, no et senten
Fins que canviïn les coses, ens voldran humiliar
Fins que ens tractin com cal, doncs ens hauran d’aguantar
Fins que ens tallin les ales, no deixarem de cridar
Fins que algú ens faci cas
Fins que canviïn les coses, ressorgirem tots del fang
Fins que ens tractin com cal, no ens deixarem atrapar
Fins que ens tallin les ales, resistint l’eix del mal
Seguirà tot igual

Resistirem (translation)

Always looking for the perfect tactic
Indigestible advertising
I work because I don't need to
Dull dirt, dirt that distresses me
There is always someone trying to sell me
The key to happiness
Now we can choose, decide how and when
But the countdown doesn't stop, it doesn't wait
Keep your head up
I want you to look in the mirror
Nothing is the same anymore
You should accept it
Until things change, they will want to humiliate us
Until they treat us properly, then they will have to put up with us
Until our wings are clipped, we won't stop screaming
Until someone pays attention to us
If you ever stop by to take a survey
I'll tell you what bothers me
It seems that our heads have been emptied
From the couch, the cell that scatters you
The TV is on as usual
You will see your end one day
Now we can choose, decide and shuffle
But the countdown doesn't stop, it doesn't wait
Connected to reality, ideal flat rate
But if you don't pay, they don't look at you, they don't hear you
Until things change, they will want to humiliate us
Until they treat us properly, then they will have to put up with us
Until our wings are clipped, we won't stop screaming
Until someone pays attention to us
Until things change, we will all rise from the mud
Until we are treated properly, we will not be caught
Until our wings are cut off, resisting the axis of evil
Everything will remain the same