Lyrics of Estiu - ZOO

Estiu (original)

Cau la calor a la safor bombeja el ritme
No estem fent merda facilona, ací fem himnes
Se’n va el dolor amb l' olor a mar, les primaveres
Demanen vida, l’estiu arriba…
El sol ha eixit, la ràdio sona, estem vius
Estic fent temes i esperant per si somrius
Érem feliços amb mentires de mil colors
Tinc els conflictes d’un suïcida, tinc por…
I vull tornar als meus impulsos, ser pràctic
Que si ella sona jo tremole, lo màxim
Venen trompetes, no és Gillespie
Etern als samples, és Ainsley: «Brother, ho volen simple»
Volen que venga el discurs que ven, que no qüestione
Volen que calle i que puge al tren
I aquella gent que em demana frases?
que
Em diu que torne?
No s’imaginen lo mal que em senc
Pero hui ja passe del drama
Vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
No vull que un error siga un problema
Però hui ja passe del drama
L’auto-compassió és una condemna
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
No vull ni la reixa ni la pena
Res del que passa és comparable a tu
La nostra eixida eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs
Tu eres rebel i consentida, res del que passa és comparable
A tu.
Passa la vida!
Res del que passa és comparable a tu
La nostra eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs
Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable
A tu.
Passa la vida!
I un altre any perdut en esta confusió vital
Lluitant contra els dimonis que van per dins cridant
Buscant guanyar-me la partida, i perdre la raó
Buscant que perga les forces, passa la vida i jo…
Veig als majors, i pense en tot el que es mereixen
I baixa la esperança i puja el pa
I amb esta perspectiva qui vol crèixer, eh?
Dubtes i dubtes, depressió ve i eufòria va
Que no serà per ganes de ficar les bombes
Que serà per la por a perdre el que tenim
Qui no censura el fons, critica per les formes
I uns passen del tema, i uns filen massa prim
Volen que venga el discurs que ven, la porten clara:
Jo el que vull vendre és la victòria cara
Que vull mirar als ulls si un dia arriba l’hora…
Que no puc ser feliç amb tanta merda ahí fora
Pero hui ja passe del drama
Vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
No vull que un error siga un problema
Però hui ja passe del drama
L’auto-compassió és una condemna
Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama
No vull ni la reixa ni la pena
Res del que passa és comparable a tu
La nostra eixida eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs
Tu eres rebel i consentida, res del que passa és comparable
A tu.
Passa la vida!
Res del passa és comparable a tu
La nostra eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs
Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable
A tu.
Passa la vida!

(translation)

The heat drops to the saffron pumping the rhythm
We’re not doing easy shit, we’re doing hymns here
The pain is gone with the smell of the sea, the springs
They ask for life, summer is coming…
The sun has risen, the radio is ringing, we are alive
I’m doing homework and waiting for you to smile
We were happy with lies of a thousand colors
I'm in conflict with a suicide, I'm afraid
And I want to get back to my impulses, be practical
That if she sounds I tremble, the maximum
They sell trumpets, not Gillespie
Eternal to the samples, is Ainsley: "Brother, they want it simple"
They want the speech they sell to come, not to question it
They want me to shut up and get on the train
And those people who ask me for sentences?
what
Tell me to come back?
Can't imagine how bad I feel?
But today the drama is over
I want to touch the fire, feel it burn
I am thirsty for life, not for fame
I don't want an error to be a problem
But today the drama is over
Self-compassion is a condemnation
I am thirsty for life, not for fame
I don’t want the grid or the penalty
Nothing that happens is comparable to you
Our way out, men and women of unclean acts
You were rebellious and pampered, nothing of the sort is comparable
To you.
Life goes on!
Nothing that happens is comparable to you
Our way out, men and women of unclean acts
Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable
To you.
Life goes on!
And another year lost in this vital confusion
Fighting the demons that go inside screaming
Looking to win my game, and lose my mind
Seeking to lose strength, life passes and I…
I see the elders, and think of all they deserve
And hope lowers and bread rises
And with that in mind, who wants to grow up?
Doubts and doubts, depression comes and euphoria goes
That will not be for the sake of putting the bombs
That will be for fear of losing what we have
Those who do not censor the background criticize the forms
And some go overboard, and some spin too thin
They want the speech they sell to come, they make it clear:
What I want to sell is victory
I want to look you in the eye if one day the time comes…
That I can’t be happy with so much shit out there
But today the drama is over
I want to touch the fire, feel it burn
I am thirsty for life, not for fame
I don't want an error to be a problem
But today the drama is over
Self-compassion is a condemnation
I am thirsty for life, not for fame
I don’t want the grid or the penalty
Nothing that happens is comparable to you
Our way out, men and women of unclean acts
You were rebellious and pampered, nothing of the sort is comparable
To you.
Life goes on!
Nothing that happens is comparable to you
Our way out, men and women of unclean acts
Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable
To you.
Life goes on!