Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Janoneva , by - La Pegatina. Song from the album Xapomelön, in the genre ПопRelease date: 09.07.2011
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Catalan
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… |
| (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… |