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It's late
I don't know what time is it,
but some time ago that it's dark
It is easy to see that you're not here,
nor a paper
it doesn't matter.
I put my feet on the ground I wanna walk
I need to wake up
in a bright day.
I still have time to discover
all that I have hidden
and I haven't been able to tell me.
They run,
run through the streets, they run.
words that don't fade,
images that don't go.
And they cry,
through the streets they cry.
As water droplets they yearn,
those who won't see anymore.
It's hard to find
who I am today.
A drop falls while another quench my thirst.
It's raining and sunny at the same time
The bullet rotate, bullet bullet
The buller rotate, bullet bullet
that was aiming me, was my gun and it was me who was shooting myself.
Ray of light
light me, take off my dust.
A revolution inside me,
I seduce her and she transforms.
They don't erase,
I am satisfied with looking at me
looking at me from inside to out.
Where can I go for you?
Girl I'm not kidding ...
It should have been different,
But in a moment
the doors have closed.
I have my feet on the ground I wanna walk.
I need to wake up
in a bright day.
I still have time to discover
all that I have hidden you
and I haven't been able to tell you.
They run,
run through the streets, they run
words that don't fade
images that don't go.
And they cry,
through the streets they cry, cry.
As water droplets they yearn,
those who won't see anymore.
They run,
run through the streets, they run
words that don't fade,
images that don't go.
And they cry,
through the streets they, cry.
As water droplets they yearn,
those who won't see anymore.
They run,
run through the streets, they run
words that don't fade,
images that don't go.
And they cry,
through the streets they cry, cry.
As water droplets they yearn,
those who won't see anymore
they run,
run through the streets, they run
words that don't fade,
images that do not go.
And I cry,
through the streets they cry, cry.
As water droplets they yearn,
those who won't see anymore.
They run,
run through the streets, they run
words that don't fade,
images that do not go.
I cry,
through the streets they cry, cry.
As water droplets they yearn,
those who won't see anymore
Long live to the Catalan, common language!
(Long live to the Catalan!)