Lyrics of Bananeres - La Pegatina, Oques Grasses

Bananeres (original)

Vinc de fadista i tiro de to
I aquest do em desespera
Hi ha poca pista per a la missió
I el motor no s’engega
Vinc de la bèstia i la mataré
Perquè no arribi a carena
De la drecera a ser com sóc
Tot està per fer
Sortirem per bananeres
De la crisi del matí
Sortirem per bananeres
Sempre hi ha verí d’ahir
Sortirem per bananeres
L’altra lluna és un perill
Sortirem per bananeres
Vinc de la panxa de ma mare
De tot el que un dia vaig fer
Sense saber on vaig ara
La vida em dispara amunt
I perdo el fil sortint del fum
Tan lluny perdo la bala
I tot comença on s’acabava
I també vinc de la panxa del teu pare
De tot el que un dia va fer
Sense saber el que pensava
I no, no paris que no para
Que així desapareix un dia
I comença l’altre
Amb una fletxa de cupido al cul
Amunt i avall, com una cabra
Tal com ve se’n va
Se’n va la gràcia i se’n va la fera
Tal com ve se’n va
Se’n van de festa pomes i peres
Tal com ve se’n va
Se’n va la fusta que ara remena
I se’n va la sang i ens veiem salvats
Però ja tornarà
I ara estem tarats i la nostra cosa
Ens fa anar de cap

(translation)

I come from fadista and tone shot
And that gift makes me desperate
There is little clue to the mission
And the engine does not start
I come from the beast and I will kill it
So that it does not reach the ridge
From the shortcut to being the way I am
Everything is to be done
We will go out for bananas
From the crisis of the morning
We will go out for bananas
There is always poison from yesterday
We will go out for bananas
The other moon is a danger
We will go out for bananas
I come from my mother's womb
Of everything I did one day
Not knowing where I'm going now
Life shoots me up
And I lose the thread coming out of the smoke
So far I lose the bullet
And it all starts where it ends
And I also come from your father's womb
Of everything he did one day
Not knowing what he was thinking
And no, don't stop
That way one day it disappears
And the other one starts
With a cupid's arrow in his ass
Up and down, like a goat
As it goes
The grace is gone and the beast is gone
As it goes
Apples and pears are partying
As it goes
The wood that is now shuffling is gone
And the blood goes out and we are saved
But he will return
And now we're screwed and our thing
It makes us nod