Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Viure, artist - Obrint Pas. Album song Benvingut Al Paradís, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 21.05.2007
Record label: Propaganda pel Fet!, Propaganda Pel Fet
Song language: Catalan
Viure(original) |
Ara que estic trist |
intente recordar |
per les carreteres |
de la meua soletat. |
I em torna aquell olor |
de pólvora cremat |
i el roig de les fogeres |
de les nits de Sant Joan! |
La festa als carrers |
la pluja d’estels |
el 25 d’abril |
amb un nus els sentiments. |
L’esperança als ulls |
les banderes al vent |
i les ganes de viure |
de la meua gent! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
contruir! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
contruir! |
Ara que he tornat |
refaig els caminars |
pels carrers i les places |
del lloc on em vaig criar. |
I em torna a despertar |
aquell vell campanar |
i el soroll de les traques, |
muixerangues i gegants. |
Les velles cançons, |
les noves emocions |
el 25 d’abril |
construint les il·lucions! |
La vida dinds les punys |
la lluita dins la pell |
i les ganes de viure |
de la meua gent. |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir poder popular! |
Lluitar, crear, |
construir! |
(translation) |
Now that I'm sad |
try to remember |
by the roads |
of my loneliness. |
And that smell comes back to me |
of burnt gunpowder |
and the red of the bonfires |
of St. John's nights! |
The party in the streets |
the rain of stars |
on April 25 |
with a knot the feelings. |
Hope in the eyes |
flags in the wind |
and the desire to live |
of my people! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Now that I'm back |
I redo the walks |
through the streets and squares |
from the place where I grew up. |
And it wakes me up again |
that old bell tower |
and the sound of firecrackers, |
muixerangues and giants. |
The old songs, |
the new emotions |
on April 25 |
building the illusions! |
Life with your fists |
the struggle within the skin |
and the desire to live |
of my people. |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |
Fight, create, |
build popular power! |
Fight, create, |
build! |