Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Babaloco , by - La Gossa Sorda. Song from the album L'Últim Heretge, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 23.05.2010
Record label: Maldito
Song language: Catalan
Babaloco(original) |
| Babaloco |
| Que amb la mirada desarma |
| Per la vorera vas curt de cash |
| Per la vorera vas curt de cash |
| Fugint de la guàrdia urbana |
| Babaloco |
| Hombre habitual de la Rambla |
| Les teues faces són la teua llar |
| El teu imperi del Raval al mar |
| Els teus record un fil de sobrietat |
| Dins d’una eterna ressaca |
| Sense direcció, sense brúixola ni timó |
| Balla-li, balla-li |
| Per la rambla putes i kebab i carteristes |
| Botiguers desconfiats i cases buides |
| Guiris, camells, uniformes i secretes |
| Un grup de valencians que s’aburreixen el diumenge |
| Demanes per fumar i t’asseus al nostre rogle |
| En certa timidessa els miraves |
| El fum et fa sonriure, t’allibera les paraules |
| Fumaves, callaves, parlaves de ta mare |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Cavaller de ferro desafiant als dimonis |
| Els va jurar als seus que tornaria amb diners i no va tornar |
| (??)li porta la vida a les paraules, són obscures |
| I escollint-ne de la sentència la fal·làcia més fatal |
| Raval amunt, raval avall, raval, raval, raval, raval, raval |
| Passeja engalernada una moral europeista que no vol morir |
| Jugarem i aprendres esquisofrènia natural |
| Jugarem a ser els mediadors de la veritat |
| Contalí el conte a qui se’l crega |
| Hola que tal? |
| benvingut a barcelona |
| A la ciutat més moderna, més europea |
| El civisme patrulla als carrers |
| La missèria s’amaga i la gent guapa |
| No vol saber res dels sense papers |
| A la ciutat més bufona |
| Sona o no sona la sirena de la veritat |
| I una ombra que escapa i el civisme que apunta i dispara a matar |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Mai més (x6) |
| (translation) |
| Babaloco |
| That with the gaze disarms |
| You run out of cash on the sidewalk |
| You run out of cash on the sidewalk |
| Fleeing the city guard |
| Babaloco |
| Usual man on the Rambla |
| Your faces are your home |
| Your Raval empire at sea |
| Your memories are a thread of sobriety |
| In an eternal hangover |
| No steering, no compass or rudder |
| Dance it, dance it |
| On the boulevard whores and kebabs and pickpockets |
| Suspicious shopkeepers and empty houses |
| Guiris, camels, uniforms and secrets |
| A group of Valencians who get bored on Sunday |
| You ask to smoke and you sit on our rogle |
| In a certain shyness you looked at them |
| Smoke makes you smile, frees you from words |
| You smoked, you were silent, you talked about your mother |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Iron knight defying demons |
| He swore to his family that he would return with money and did not return |
| (??) it brings life to words, they are obscure |
| And choosing the most fatal fallacy from the sentence |
| Raval amunt, raval avall, raval, raval, raval, raval, raval |
| A Europeanist morality that does not want to die walks briskly |
| We will play and learn natural schizophrenia |
| We will play at being the mediators of truth |
| Tell the story to whoever believes it |
| Hi, how are you? |
| welcome to barcelona |
| In the most modern, most European city |
| Civility patrols the streets |
| Misery is hidden and people are beautiful |
| He doesn't want to know anything about the undocumented |
| In the most beautiful city |
| Whether or not the siren of truth sounds |
| And a shadow that escapes and civility that aims and shoots to kill |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Babaloco |
| Never again (x6) |