Translation of the song lyrics Janoneva - La Pegatina, Eloi Gómez

Janoneva (original)

Quan penso en ara penso en tu
Quan penso en el futur penso en què penses tu
Quan dic encara no és per tu
Sona la flauta, és perquè penso en què penses tu
Ja no neva a casa meva, s’ha escalfat l’habitació
Si volíem trencar vidres no ens podien dir que no
Incongruent, malalt i absurd
De barricades sense llum
Retiro y tiro sempre allò que escric
Perquè se’m van ballant els dits
Ja no neva a casa meva…
Tinc un circ on em creixen els nans
I perill amb un bolígraf a les mans
Cada vers te el seu pes
Contraraparumbejat
Tenim dret a un estat
Vull estar tot morat
Cadascú es llepa la seva ferida
I per posar passió he trobat l’habilitat
D’esvair la veritat
Sense dir cap mentida
I enviar-te a la merda
Dient… torna aviat!
El Lluc sap…
I no dirà pas que no
D’ironia i melodia
Al peu del canó
Si algun he esborrat
Pensant en que t’agradés
La pegata i els in*digna
La lliçó em ven aprés
I potser no serem els raperos del mes
Ja t’ho dic jo que no
Que no què?
Que no res
Això es paper mullat
Amb benzina
Trencant vidres calant foc
In*digna i la pegatina
El meu coixí ja no se’n recorda de mi…

Janoneva (translation)

When I think of now I think of you
When I think about the future I think about what you think
When I say it is not yet for you
The flute sounds, it's because I think about what you think
It's not snowing in my house anymore, the room has warmed up
If we wanted to break glass they couldn't tell us no
Incongruous, sick and absurd
Of barricades without light
I always withdraw and throw away what I write
Because my fingers are dancing
It's not snowing in my house anymore…
I have a circus where my dwarves grow up
And danger with a pen in his hands
Each verse has its weight
Contraraparumbejat
We are entitled to a state
I want to be all purple
Everyone licks their wound
And to put it bluntly, I found the ability
To dispel the truth
Without telling a lie
And send yourself to shit
Saying… Come back soon!
Luke knows…
And he won't say no
Of irony and melody
At the foot of the canyon
If I have deleted any
Thinking about what you like
The patch and the in * worthy
The lesson sells me
And we may not be the rappers of the month
I'm telling you no
What not?
That's nothing
This is wet paper
With petrol
Breaking glass by setting fire
In * worthy and the sticker
My pillow doesn't remember me anymore…