Албум:
El turista (2012)
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каталонски
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енглески
Bicicletes
Bicycles
On the straight line, bycicles without light
a satellite that starts where I lose my head
A road made of grass,
your lips are made of frozen glass.
I walk barefoot and think of blind images
of the beaches I could only see under my bed.
Leave the words
and hang from a tree
this light opposite to winter.
Just tell me what you're thinking
light against the winter.
A perfect monday, bycicles without hands,
I have a new crossing road, just painted.
Do you want mint ice-cream?
The windows seem made of wet paper.
So much noise that we are lacking air
I lost the compass and the north that I must have kept here somewhere
Leave the words
and hang from a tree
this light opposite to winter.
Just tell me what you're thinking
light against the winter.
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"Llum de contra hivern" might translate better as "Light opposite to Winter", since it's a clear summerlike song :)