Lyrics of Gira la Moneda - Lágrimas De Sangre, Adala, Still Ill

Gira la Moneda (original)

Del somni del 92 a avui, una ruleta russa
Olimpíades i fòrum, foren ferum d’excusa
Per estafar als turistes, expulsar veïnes
Del Born fins a Vallcarca, identitat en ruïnes
Camino els teus carrers buscant la pau de matinada
Però l’ombra de Nuñez i Navarro es allargada
Un curro de merda per pagar-te un pis de merda
Respirant aire de merda, aneu-se'n a la merda!
I si no t’agrada pots marxar, et diuen
Tothom gaudeix d’una oportunitat, se’n riuen
Quan la ciutat cremi, quan tothom n’estigui fart, veureu
Suplicareu pietat, els bitllets no es mengen
Però clar, voleu ser la avantguarda per demà explotar la marca
Voleu una ciutat sense nosaltres
Voleu als ciutadans ficats en blisters
Aparadors amb maniquins escarransits i «pelus» per a Hipsters
Us topareu amb la andanada
La Barna combativa dels barris conscients
Per cada casa enderrocada un foc que creix, un estel al cel
Per cada «guiri» que es dispari a si mateix als antiaeris del Carmel
Farts de passar vergonya
De veure convertits barris i pobles en colònia
I no es turisme-fòbia
Es una presó que agobia i ens engabia a casa nostra
Com si no forméssim part d’aquesta distòpica història
Una casa a terra, una família menys al barri
Han fet un nou edifici, benefici al propietari
El nen no entén què passa, la mare preocupada
L'àvia treu la ràbia i entre plors pensa enfadada:
-Si jo he aixecat el barri, juntes vam fer l’escola
Vam fer que arribi el metro, un hospital i ara ens fan fora
De qui és aquesta ciutat?
Diga’m qui se l’ha quedat
Quan haguem marxat, qui vingui, no sabrà el què ha costat
Gira el món (Gira el món) I així gira el món (Gira el món)
Gira el barri, gira la moneda, les dos cares
I Així gira el món (Gira el món) I així gira el món (Gira el món)
Gira el nostres barri, la moneda
Les dos cares giren i així gira el món
Dos millones de idiotas deciden vivir hacinados
Y comer menús precocinados de hamburguesería
¿Qué sería de la burguesía si el proletariado
Se negase a malvivir en la estrechez del atasco?
Hay un plan urbanístico que separa en barrios
A los pobres de los ricos
Que ha puesto un parque turístico en el centro
Zonas residenciales convertidas en un circo, un esperpento
Un Cristo, es cierto, es triste, excéntrico
Que el puto hotelero hasta el barrio más humilde
Le vea un valor estético, es rústico y pintoresco
No reconocen la pobreza ni cuando la ven
Porque no la viven, que les den
Que le jodan al desdén con el que hacen y deshacen
Nosotros somos idiotas que vivimos hacinados
Mientras ellos en antiguos bosques calcinados
Han edificado un bastión urbanizado de alta gama
Con seguridad privada y cámaras de vigilancia
Y si paseas por allí te miran raro
Pienso en irme a la montaña, al campo, a campar a mis anchas
Pero pienso en Fraguas, en Guadalajara y que bajón
Luego me llamarán majara por decir qué ojalá un tsunami
Anegara este campo de batalla y naciera una playa
Tu eres libre de petar una puerta o saltar una valla
Sé libre vayas donde vayas, vaya
Tornem a entrar, empenyem, fem força
No és només per l’espai, és per tot allò que ens explota
Ciutat morta, paradís turístic
Al mig d’un genocidi urbanístic que el partit polític recolza
Veïnes que es queixen, els lloguers creixen
Hi ha cambrers que en un mes
Cobren menys que el preu del sopar
Que els serveixen però mentrestant algú hi planta cara
Entra al banc que atracava al barri i ara hi fa una barricada
Volen pactes en ferm amb l' ajuntafems
Acceptar el local que els cedeix, agafar el feix
Però res, res, perquè això enriqueix la màfia que absorbeix l’Ada
La subversió mai serà subvencionada
Som totes i ningú, no busqueu culpables
La violència ve d’abans, qui s’atreveix a jutjar-la?
Dons la legalitat es qüestionable
Quan la llei ens roba, desnona, tortura, viola, i mata
Y mani qui mani que emanin manis al barri
I que vinguin foranis
La única pàtria suport mutu al pària
Que el capital es internacional igual que ho es la resposta solidària
Hem perdut una partida que mai hem volgut jugar
Han venut la nostra terra els que la van poder comprar
Creuen que ser lliure és escollir què consumir
Uns pensen on anar a viure i altres pensen on fugir
Gira el món (Gira el món) I així gira el món (Gira el món)
Gira el barri, gira la moneda, les dos cares
I Així gira el món (Gira el món) I així gira el món (Gira el món)
Gira-gira el món (Una casa a terra)
Gira-gira el món (Una família menys al barri)
Gira-gira y gira i així giral el nostre mon

(translation)

From the dream of 92 to today, a Russian roulette
Olympics and forum, they were excuses
To defraud tourists, expel neighbors
From Born to Vallcarca, identity in ruins
I walk your streets looking for the morning peace
But the shadow of Nuñez and Navarro is lengthened
A shitty yard to pay you a shitty apartment
Breathing shitty air, go to shit!
And if you don't like it you can leave, they tell you
Everyone enjoys an opportunity, they laugh about it
When the city burns, when everyone is sick of it, you'll see
You will beg for mercy, tickets are not eaten
But of course, you want to be the vanguard to exploit the brand tomorrow
You want a city without us
You want citizens in blister packs
Showcases with scrawny mannequins and "furry" for Hipsters
You will come across the platform
The Combative Barna of Conscious Neighborhoods
For every demolished house a fire grows, a star in the sky
For every "guiri" that shoots itself at the anti-aircraft guns of Carmel
Sick of being embarrassed
To see neighborhoods and villages turned into colonies
And it's not tourism-phobia
It is a prison that oppresses and traps us in our home
As if we were not part of this dystopian story
One house on the ground, one less family in the neighborhood
They have made a new building, benefit to the owner
The child does not understand what is happening, the mother is worried
The grandmother vents her anger and angrily thinks between her tears:
-If I raised the neighborhood, we went to school together
We got the subway, a hospital, and now they're kicking us out
Whose city is this?
Tell me who got it
When we're gone, whoever comes won't know what it cost
The world goes round (The world goes round) And so the world goes round (The world goes round)
Flip the neighborhood, flip the coin, both sides
And So the World Turns (The World Turns) And So the World Turns (The World Turns)
Turns our neighborhood, the currency
The two faces turn and so the world turns
Two million idiots decide to live crowded
And eat pre-cooked hamburger menus
What would happen to the bourgeoisie if the proletariat?
Do you refuse to suffer in the narrowness of the jam?
There is an urban plan that separates it into neighborhoods
To the poor of the rich
That he has put a tourist park in the center
Residential areas turned into a circus, an esperpento
A Christ, it is true, it is sad, eccentric
That the damn hotelier reaches the humblest neighborhood
He sees an aesthetic value, it is rustic and picturesque
They do not recognize poverty even when they sell it
Because they don't live it, let them give it
That they despise him with what they do and undo
We are idiots who live crowded
Meanwhile in old burnt forests
They have built a high-end urbanized bastion
With private security and surveillance cameras
And if you walk around there, they look at you strangely
I'm thinking of going to the mountains, to the countryside, to camp out in the wild
But I think of Fraguas, Guadalajara and what I went down
Then they will call me majara to say that I hope there is a tsunami
Flood this battlefield and a beach will be born
You were free to knock on a door or jump a fence
I'm free vayas donde vayas, vaya
Let's go back in, push, push hard
It's not just because of the space, it's because of everything that exploits us
Dead city, tourist paradise
In the middle of an urban genocide that the political party supports
Neighbors who complain, rents go up
There are waiters that in a month
They charge less than the dinner price
That they serve them but in the meantime someone puts a face on it
Enter the bank that used to dock in the neighborhood and now barricade it
They want firm agreements with the ajuntafems
Accept the local that gives them, take the beam
But nothing, nothing, because this enriches the mafia that absorbs Ada
Subversion will never be subsidized
We are all and nobody, don't look for blame
Violence comes from before, who dares to judge it?
Given the legality is questionable
When the law steals from us, evicts us, tortures us, rapes us, and kills us
Y mani qui mani that emanate manis in the neighborhood
And let foreigners come
The only homeland mutual support for the outcast
That the capital is international as is the solidarity response
We lost a game we never wanted to play
Our land has been sold by those who could buy it
They believe that to be free is to choose what to consume
Some think where to live and others think where to run away
The world goes round (The world goes round) And so the world goes round (The world goes round)
Flip the neighborhood, flip the coin, both sides
And So the World Turns (The World Turns) And So the World Turns (The World Turns)
Gira-gira el mundo (A house on earth)
Go around the world (One less family in the neighborhood)
Spins and spins and spins our world