Lyrics of Borinot - La Gossa Sorda

Borinot (original)

Mira mira el borinot com balla.
Mira, mira com va
Gira’t mira el borinot treballa, de huit a set
Gira’t mira la xiqueta com balla.
Mira, mira com va
I tocant a la frontera espera, camí tallat
Demà serà divendres
I tornaràs a perdre’t
Metamorfosi, amb mitja dosi
Quan veus:
Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent
Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer
Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls
Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent
Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer
Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls
Mira mira el borinot com balla.
Mira, mira com va
Gira’t mira el borinot treballa, de huit a set
Gira’t sent la forta olor de festa, com t’obliga a seguir
I a cada glop se t’obri una finestra, odi infinit
Set del mati dissabte, puta ressaca i a currar
Menys de vuit-centes l’hora, la mala llet et puja al cap
A un pas de la derrota resistirem amb força
Imprescindible actitud lliure, quan veus:
Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent
Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer
Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls
Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent
Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer
Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls
Tira la pedra i no amagues la mà
Corre amb nosaltres i no pares de ballar
Escolta els teus somnis, marca el seu compàs
No et fa falta ningú per a fer-los realitat
Poc importa si no eres el que esperen de tu
Al final del trajecte el jurat seràs tu
Volen fer-te creure que el futur està escrit
Trobaràs la manera de canviar el destí
Quan veus:
Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent
Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer
Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls
Damunt d’aquesta calma una ferida latent
Que la vida se t’oblida si no prens el carrer
Escopint a la rutina controlada pels murs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls
Tira la pedra i no amagues la mà
Corre amb nosaltres i no pares de ballar
Escolta els teus somnis, marca el seu compàs
Per la victòria dels teus ulls…

(translation)

Look, look at the bumblebee as it dances.
Look, look how it's going
Turn around and watch the bumblebee work, from eight to seven
Turn around and watch the girl dance.
Look, look how it's going
And touching the border wait, road cut
Tomorrow will be Friday
And you will lose yourself again
Metamorphosis, with half dose
When you see:
On top of that calm is a latent wound
That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets
Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls
For the victory of your eyes
On top of that calm is a latent wound
That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets
Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls
For the victory of your eyes
Look, look at the bumblebee as it dances.
Look, look how it's going
Turn around and watch the bumblebee work, from eight to seven
Turn around and feel the strong smell of the party, as it forces you to follow
And with each sip, a window opens, endless hatred
Seven in the morning on Saturday, fucking hangover and running
At less than eight hundred an hour, bad milk comes to mind
One step away from defeat we will resist strongly
Essential free attitude, when you see:
On top of that calm is a latent wound
That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets
Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls
For the victory of your eyes
On top of that calm is a latent wound
That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets
Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls
For the victory of your eyes
Throw the stone and don't hide your hand
Run with us and don't stop dancing
Listen to your dreams, mark your beat
You don't need anyone to make them come true
It doesn't matter if you are not expected to do so
At the end of the journey, the jury will be you
They want to make you believe that the future is written
You will find a way to change your destination
When you see:
On top of that calm is a latent wound
That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets
Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls
For the victory of your eyes
On top of that calm is a latent wound
That life will be forgotten if you don't take to the streets
Spitting at the routine controlled by the walls
For the victory of your eyes
Throw the stone and don't hide your hand
Run with us and don't stop dancing
Listen to your dreams, mark your beat
For the victory of your eyes