Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Telefeixisme, artist - Obrint Pas. Album song Obrint Pas, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 21.06.2006
Record label: Propaganda pel Fet!
Song language: Catalan
Telefeixisme(original) |
| On està l’enemic, on està? |
| I on estan les panxes plenes de destins? |
| (x2) |
| La ràbia ens creix i és l'única defensa |
| Per combatre l’odi, la seua violència; |
| Violència en forma de mitjans i grans empreses |
| Maquinària del sistema, del consum en sèrie |
| La publicitat ens porta a un món fantàstic |
| Els anuncis ens borren i ens mengen tot el crani |
| La pantalla ens xucla i ens desfà en mil pedaços |
| Convertint-nos en soldats de l’imperi del telediari |
| Telefeixisme |
| Ets a dins, ets al fons de l’abisme! |
| Neoespanyolisme! |
| Agenolla’t ràpid contra la paret |
| Jo et rebente la cara i tu m’ensenyes el carnet |
| Interpretem les imatges que ens ensenya la tv |
| I entre els seus mil canals diluïm la nostra ment |
| Un ball de pals colpejant la teua pell |
| Pilotes de goma que et disparen al cervell |
| Condemnats a viure empresonats al telenotícies |
| Que ens tortura tots i cadascun dels nostres dies |
| Telefeixisme |
| Ets a dins, ets al fons de l’abisme! |
| Neoespanyolisme! |
| Quan confons |
| Els batecs del teu cor amb els trets |
| D’una kalashnikov |
| Alguna cosa estarà passant |
| Estigues preparat |
| Si el teu cor cada cop batega més fort |
| Espera el senyal |
| Freda suor, dolça amargor… |
| Cal que estigues |
| Cal que estigues |
| Cal que et mantingues… |
| Ben fort! |
| (translation) |
| Where is the enemy, where is he? |
| And where are the bellies full of destinies? |
| (x2) |
| Anger grows in us and is the only defense |
| To fight hatred, its violence; |
| Violence in the form of medium and large companies |
| System machinery, mass consumption |
| Advertising takes us to a fantastic world |
| The ads erase us and eat our whole skull |
| The screen sucks us and breaks us into a thousand pieces |
| Becoming Soldiers of the Television Empire |
| Telephonism |
| You're inside, you're at the bottom of the abyss! |
| Neo-Spanishism! |
| Kneel quickly against the wall |
| I'll blow your face and you show me the card |
| We interpret the images that the TV shows us |
| And among its thousand channels we dilute our minds |
| A dance of sticks hitting your skin |
| Rubber balls that shoot you in the brain |
| Sentenced to live imprisoned on the news |
| That tortures us each and every one of our days |
| Telephonism |
| You're inside, you're at the bottom of the abyss! |
| Neo-Spanishism! |
| When confused |
| The beating of your heart with the shots |
| Of a Kalashnikov |
| Something is going on |
| Be prepared |
| If your heart beats harder and harder |
| Wait for the signal |
| Cold sweat, sweet bitterness… |
| You need to be |
| You need to be |
| You need to stay |
| Very strong! |