Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vull, artist - ZOO. Date of issue: 04.04.2020
Song language: Catalan
Vull(original) |
| Vull que les canes que pentine parlen |
| Quantes històries guarda este cabet |
| Guarda secrets, crida el xiquet |
| Quan sent que, per fi, puc trobar-me |
| Que el veu prop de mi, vull trobar-te |
| Vull donar-te el que vols |
| Ansietat, frustracions, desterrar-les |
| Vull que m’entres endins, sense por |
| Sense por, sense atendre a raons |
| Fins que agafen les notes colors |
| Sense ordre, insurrectes |
| La síntesi perfecta, cançons |
| Cançons i cançons, amb lletres reals |
| Honestes, sinceres, egòlatres, rares |
| Donant via lliure a l' instint animal |
| Mirant com ens brillen les cares |
| I que brolle la ràbia d’un crit ancestral |
| I que fem de la por una dansa tribal |
| I que perguen i paguen amb sang esta fam |
| Que no tot en la vida és faena, que morir és no viure lluitant |
| Vull deixar d' alienar-me amb la merda, omplir-me de ràbia i desig |
| Vull sentir-me d’on sóc… d’una terra, que m’importa prou més que un país |
| Vull guanyar-los ja, ara i per sempre… i que mama no plore, no s’ho mereix |
| El concepte és molt fàcil: si ha de plorar algú que ploren ells! |
| Imprimir caràcter i ritme, pesa més el cul que la moral |
| L' orgull que pica, que ofega, moltes vergonyes per amagar |
| Vull que arribe algo, el que siga, però sé que si no em moc mal |
| Senc que igual això mai arriba, i hi ha algo m’espitja a abandonar |
| Vull gaudir de tot, sense mida, sense resistències ni frens |
| Sé que eixa baralla és la vida, sempre que tingues un plat calent |
| Vull la veritat, la certesa, el sentit, que la gent es crega que pot!!! |
| Perdre la por, matar la culpa, amic, no demanem res, ho volem tot!!! |
| I que brolle la ràbia d’un crit ancestral |
| I que fem de la por una dansa tribal |
| I que perguen i paguen amb sang esta fam |
| Que no tot en la vida és faena, que morir és no viure lluitant |
| Sí, quiero que suene sincero, cortarle los hilos al titiritero ya! |
| Quiero al poema sin amos, que crezca en las manos de algún alfarero |
| Sí, caigan las frutas del cesto, muera el traidor que dispara a los nuestros |
| Suene en la calle el clamor, sienta el tirano angustia y dolor |
| I que brolle la ràbia d’un crit ancestral |
| I que fem de la por una dansa tribal |
| I que perguen i paguen amb sang esta fam |
| Que no tot en la vida és faena, que morir és no viure lluitant |
| Qui serà el valent que li ho conte als nostres fills? |
| Quants podran mirar-se algun dia a l’espill? |
| Qui pot assumir-ho que no és tan senzill, però… |
| Hem de seguir, hem de seguir… |
| (translation) |
| I want the hair combs to talk |
| How many stories does this head have? |
| Keep secrets, call the boy |
| When I feel like I can finally find myself |
| Seeing him near me, I want to find you |
| I want to give you what you want |
| Anxiety, frustrations, banish them |
| I want you to come in without fear |
| Without fear, without regard to reasons |
| Until they take on the colored notes |
| No order, insurgents |
| The perfect synthesis, songs |
| Songs and songs, with real lyrics |
| Honest, sincere, egotistical, weird |
| Giving free rein to animal instinct |
| Watching our faces shine |
| And let the rage of an ancestral cry erupt |
| And let’s make fear a tribal dance |
| And let them starve and pay with blood this famine |
| That not everything in life is work, that dying is not living fighting |
| I want to stop being alienated from shit, filled with rage and desire |
| I want to feel where I am from a land that matters more to me than a country |
| I want to win them now, now and forever… and mom doesn't cry, she doesn't deserve it |
| The concept is very simple: if someone has to cry they cry! |
| Impressing character and rhythm weighs more on the ass than on morale |
| The stinging, drowning pride, many shames to hide |
| I want something to come, whatever it is, but I know that if I don't move badly |
| I feel like this never happens, and there's something wrong with me |
| I want to enjoy everything, without size, without resistance or brakes |
| I know that fight is life, as long as you have a hot plate |
| I want the truth, the certainty, the meaning, that people think they can !!! |
| Losing fear, killing guilt, friend, we don't ask for anything, we want everything !!! |
| And let the rage of an ancestral cry erupt |
| And let’s make fear a tribal dance |
| And let them starve and pay with blood this famine |
| That not everything in life is work, that dying is not living fighting |
| Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. |
| I want the masterless poem to grow in the hands of a potter |
| Yes, let the fruits of the basket fall, let the traitor die who shoots ours |
| The cry is heard in the street, the tyrant feels anguish and pain |
| And let the rage of an ancestral cry erupt |
| And let’s make fear a tribal dance |
| And let them starve and pay with blood this famine |
| That not everything in life is work, that dying is not living fighting |
| Who will be the brave one to tell our children? |
| How many will ever look in the mirror? |
| Who can assume that this is not so simple, but |
| We have to keep going, we have to keep going… |