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Bang!
03:43
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BANG! -English Translation-
I’m everything, I’m nothing
I’m fragile and broken
I laugh when I can.
Cry when I need to
I can drive you crazy
I’m flammable and I melt
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three blows, three secrets
Just one reason is enough
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three blows, three secrets
Two kisses and one lie.
I’m like a good wine
Hot coffee and confortable heels
I still play with dolls
Smiling to show my teeth.
I burn and I melt
I’m everything I want to be.
I still laugh whenever I can,
and cry when I need to.
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Au Revoir
03:58
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Au Revoir (Good Bye) - English Translation -
It was October when you left
without saying goodbye.
"Wait for me awake" you said
and I still have not slept.
What once brought us together,
now separated us.
We dug a grave for two,
we were going to kill ourselves.
With the door firmly closed
and the windows open.
I was always by your side
and now desert me.
What do I do with all the kisses
I saved for you?
It’s still raining here,
and I keep jumping puddles.
Do not ask me now to believe in
what we both never believed in.
You're the one who has changed,
I still believe in the same things.
Although time goes by
all my days will save
a minute for you.
Those ashes we will pull us forward
Those ashes make us dream
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Ezetz
04:03
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EZETZ (No) - English Translation -
I want nothing more!
I have used up all the words,
although I undress,
It’s been a while since I don’t sweat.
It is said that two nights has the moon,
I only have one left.
I want to start over,
before I starve.
I want nothing more!
Seven days, a long night.
You lost and me bored of
so many nights that last for days.
I’m telling you: when I say no, it's no.
From the waist down
I have nothing for you.
Do not tell me what you think I want.
Do not forget; everything that is not tradition,
is infinite pleasure.
Though I don’t do everything I say,
you can not say that I did’t try.
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4. |
Hil Da Europa
02:58
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HIL DA EUROPA (Europe is Dead) - English Translation-
When everything seemed to be going well,
all the alarms set off,
finances sank,
they could not escape.
The grand finale arrived.
Bilderberg fell,
their governments sank,
the mass media and the conspiracy.
The debacle of money.
The great deception,
the origin of the crack.
With the money dead,
they died unable to steal more from us.
Let’s drink to it,
Europe is dead!
Information is no longer an apology,
nor criticism is subversive.
With hunger back,
they didn’t realize we still had a heart.
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Monleon
03:13
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MONLEON - English Translation -
At the junction of the 3 streets,
just at the start of the suburb
where troops entered,
a while later the police arrived.
Some of us to change a colour of the flag,
others to steal our pictures.
If these stones could talk ...
many would would be silenced
Now we raise our fists
only to toast ...
Long live those of the spoon
and down with the fork
...will it still be my town?
Where I used to like walking through
now its impossible get to.
Only the obituaries are left
and some passing life
thet marked the stones forever.
If these stones could speak,
they would silence them ....
At the junction of the 3 streets,
just at the start of the suburb
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XXX
03:25
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XXX -English Translation-
Last night your look
shattered me.
You left butterflies
dancing in my belly.
I will sing to your ear
any song,
if you promise to put your
tongue back in my mouth.
I would stay forever
holding your waist.
Like your belt buckle.
There will not be a second time,
do not even try.
Love is the only victim.
Being born once is enough.
Save your love
together with your hatred.
They are the same principle
to a different end.
When will you call?
When will it end?
When? Never?
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7. |
Spam
03:39
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Spam -English Translation-
Free diving in this human zoo,
fascinated by the neon cages
that blend freedom with megabits
and lead this revolution of stupidness.
Among all species we highlight,
those who believe that to communicate
is to be the first to say something.
The most opportunistic of all birds,
faithful leader of lost souls.
Get up!
You can not dance if you're sitting.
Get up!
No revolution can be won if we are seated.
The charming raven pretending to be a Black Panther
complains about the garbage and feeds on it.
Flaps its wings filled with ego.
The altruistic who suffers from Diogenes syndrome
Between tweets,
it is said that we are Spam / Trash.
Shoot with his index finger
comfortably sitting on his couch;
raises the temperature of this war
to change his mind if he can not shine.
You insisted on being a Black Panther
and you / we are white garbage ....
You dreamt with being a Basque panther.
and you have managed to become Basque trash.
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8. |
Désolé
03:01
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How many times must I say it?
that we are not you,
nor you are us.
A spade is a spade:
We will never be the same.
You can repeat the same lie a thousand times,
but you won’t make it true.
You could not find a reason,
for this strange pride
we have in our hearts.
That we are not you,
and you are us.
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Kamarada
03:30
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Kamarada (Comrade) -English Translation-
Do you remember how it all looked
from the other side of the barricade?
How easy it was when we had a single enemy.
Yesterday so revolutionary and today so "democrats".
Ay, ay, ay Kamarada!
How things change.
Before red and now deaf.
You shut your mouth
when you filled your pockets.
Today if you want to eat,
you just have to go buy.
How easy it is to blame the weather,
when you're the one who has aged.
There are always more reasons
to abandon than to carry on.
Whenever we speak of the past
you change the subject.
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10. |
Zaborra
03:15
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Zaborra -English Translation-
Now they are all great experts
but no one knew them yesterday.
We're just garbage.
Misery behind every door.
Bullets, torture, police.
We're just numbers.
You can compost oblivion
but how do you measure responsibility?
We're just a lie.
outlaw thoughts
“La Razón” or “Sabin Etxea”.
We're just garbage.
If among all this rubbish
we see nothing but trash,
we are just trash in the trash
No brown container
for organic democracy.
We're just garbage.
You win the world cup and everyone is happy.
Movistar, Banesto, Vocento
We're just numbers.
We cremated utopia
all sickles and all hammers
We're just a lie.
Blows, sticks and unemployment
How cheap we sell life!
We're just garbage.
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11. |
Naizena Izateko REMIX
03:48
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Gose Arrasate, Spain
GOSE are an Arrasate-Mondragón (Basque Country) based trio formed by Ines Osinaga (singer and accordion), Iñaki Bengoa (percussion and programming) and Osoron (guitarist and bassist). Gose began their silent journey in 2004, as a result of the trio sharing their musical ideas. The band merges accordion with electronic music. ... more
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