Lyrics of Rols - Fran Yera, ZOO, Akelarre

Rols (original)

Quan no mirava ningú jugava amb el gest femení
Enfront de l’espill curiós d’aquell mon restringit
Em provava un vestit, m’excitava amb mi
Menys mal que ningú m’ha vist
Érem dos amics estirats al llit jugant a vore qui es mes fort
I ens fregàvem el cos, i en excitar-nos notàvem que ens creixa l’os
Mai ho vam parlar, massa debutants
Per saber ficar-li un nom
Quan gravava no m’agradava, la veu no em sonava prou greu
Qui va a sentir el que tinc a dir si no sone com un home deu?
Fòbia a la pròpia veu i s’em cau el relleu
No, no, No soc qui suposeu
Que vam néixer nues i des de llavors tot ha sigut travestisme
El binarisme es per a màquines.
Nosaltres som un abisme
Definir-se és limitar-se, jo no vull podar les branques
Jo vull fluir sense tanques
I viure escarbant tastant els verins
Els actes reflexes i essències complexes
I viure escarbant tastant els verins
De sexes annexes i essències complexes arqueòleg de mi
Ens han educat en gàbies socials com a rates de laboratori
Dicotomia, rols establerts, disciplina i reformatori
Obedient i elegant, tranquil·leta i cordial
Baixem el teló, tanquem la funció;
tinc el gènere que trio jo
Em miren, senyalen i jutgen, donen el génere per suposat
Calla, que callis, escolta i aprèn, que sóc una perfo, ni nena ni nen
Trencant el binarisme a cada passa que faig pel carrer
Que vull que rebentin els teus prejudicis
Serem tot allò que no ens vau deixar ser
Sobre la gespa del parc ens besàvem, ficant-nos a prova
No era fastigós com pronosticaven Les veus que assistien als fets
Era més bé amor, amistat, natural… Això va ser abans
De que s’assecara el fang
I les veus ressonaren al cap dient que està be i que està mal
Qui pots ser i com t’has de matar Qui pots ser i com però
Definir-se és limitar-se, jo no vull podar les branques
Jo vull fluir sense tanques
I viure escarbant tastant els verins
Els actes reflexes i essències complexes
I viure escarbant tastant els verins
De sexes annexes i essències complexes arqueòleg de mi
Era un heroi saltant gronxadors fugint de princeses i del seu amor
Jo, era fort i graciós amb el pit descobert sense saber
Que no era sols un joc sinó un assaig novell
Del teatre dels rols

(translation)

When no one was looking, she was playing with the feminine gesture
In front of the curious mirror of that restricted world
I tried on a dress, I was excited about it
Luckily no one has seen me
We were two friends lying in bed playing to see who was stronger
And we rubbed our bodies, and when we got excited we noticed that our bones were growing
We never talked about it, too many newcomers
To know how to put a name to it
I didn't like it when I was recording, my voice didn't sound serious enough
Who’s going to hear what I have to say if it doesn’t sound like a ten man?
Phobia in my own voice and I'm relieved
No, no, I'm not who you are
That we were born naked and since then everything has been transvestism
Binarism is for machines.
We are an abyss
To define oneself is to limit oneself, I don’t want to prune the branches
I want to flow without fences
And live digging tasting poisons
Reflex acts and complex essences
And live digging tasting poisons
Of ancillary sexes and complex essences archaeologist of me
We have been educated in social cages like laboratory rats
Dichotomy, established roles, discipline and reformatory
Obedient and elegant, calm and friendly
We lower the curtain, close the function;
i have the genre i choose
They look at me, point at me and judge me, take the genre for granted
Shut up, shut up, listen and learn, I'm a perfo, neither girl nor boy
Breaking the binarism with every step I take down the street
That I want your prejudices to burst
We will be all that you did not let us be
We kissed on the grass of the park, putting ourselves to the test
It was not disgusting as predicted by the voices attending the events
It was more love, friendship, natural… That was before
Let the mud dry
And the voices echoed in his head saying he was right and wrong
Who you can be and how you have to kill yourself Who you can be and how but
To define oneself is to limit oneself, I don’t want to prune the branches
I want to flow without fences
And live digging tasting poisons
Reflex acts and complex essences
And live digging tasting poisons
Of ancillary sexes and complex essences archaeologist of me
He was a hero jumping swings fleeing princesses and their love
Me, I was strong and funny with my chest unconscious
That it was not just a game but a novice essay
Of the theater of the roles