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Sewer brigade
02:07
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We are those kids who never gave up
Those who grew up as flowers among trash
It wasn’t easy to be a misfit
But we found freedom in the underground.
We are those who will always stay
rude and rebel, always against the grain
Don’t try to change us, you simply can’t
you can despise us but we don’t give a damn!
This sick society we reject!!!
Join the uprising!!!
Sewer Brigade!!!
We are hard workers who love to conspire,
protests and riots, and shows in squats.
We hate authority and uniforms
better get ready because we are getting close!
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Humble fellas
02:54
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There's a cloud always on our side
bad luck is so proper of our class
no opportunities, no many hopes
for humble fellas in the dole.
Protests and strikes seem no longer work
but before frustation we'd rather die
No matter what they say, we'll keep our way
side by side we'll fight with pride
We don't have nothing else to do
but resist and make some noise
We got too many scars and broken bones
but our spirits stand strong
until the end
There's no room for dreams in our neighbourhoods
nor for politicians and their lies
We are not alone, we got each other
Don't let them take solidarity from us
Hay una nube siempre en nuestro lado
la mala suerte es tan propia de los de nuestra clase
no hay oportunidades, no hay muchas esperanzas
para los tipos humildes en el paro.
Protestas y huelgas parecen que ya no funcionan
pero antes que la frustración preferimos morir
No importa lo que digan, seguiremos nuestro camino
lado al lado lucharemos con orgullo
No tenemos nada mejor que hacer
que resistir y hacer algo de ruido
Tenemos demasiadas cicatrices y huesos rotos
pero nuestros espíritus se mantienen fuertes
hasta el final
No hay espacio para los sueños en nuestros barrios
ni para politicuchos y sus mentiras
No estamos solos, nos tenemos los unos a los otros
no dejemos que nos arranquen la solidaridad.
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True to myself
02:41
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Well I'm not from here
Neither from there
Don't need a country to be proud of who I 'm
Don't need to hide my fears through prejudice
As cowards do while flying their flags
I hear their bullshit but my head stays up
Nothing they can say make me to step me back
'cause I stay true to myself
Despite their hate
I'm not afraid
I will remain
True to myself
So many times I have to listen
stupid axioms based on race
when that happens I think about my roots
then I remember why I wear these boots
Bien, no soy de aquí
tampoco de allí
No necesito un país para estar orgulloso de quién soy
No necesito esconder mis miedos a través de prejuicios
como hacen los cobardes mientras ondean sus banderas
Escucho sus tontadas pero mi cabeza se mantiene alta
Nada de lo que puedan decir o hacer me echará para atrás
porque me mantengo honesto conmigo mismo.
A pesar de su odio
no tengo miedo
Permaneceré
Honesto conmigo mismo
Tantas veces tengo que escuchar
Axiomas estúpidos basados en la raza
cuando pasa pienso en mis raíces
y recuerdo por qué llevo estas botas.
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Otra noche en la ciudad
04:11
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Otra noche en la ciudad
a las 6 de la tarde, te pasaré a buscar
quién sabe cómo acabará
con los colegas todo puede pasar
Otra noche en la ciudad
buscas un amor, que nunca encontrarás
bébete otra que más da
por la mañana la resaca te acompañará
Broncas y botellas forjaron nuestra amistad
y a pesar de todo nunca vas a renegar
espero verte allí, bailando una vez más
otra noche en la ciudad
Otra noche en la ciudad
no sabes cómo, pero has vuelto a pelear
puños fuera una vez más
las sirenas señalan el momento de najar
Otra noche en la ciudad
bolsillos vacíos camino del hogar
cantando como un hooligan
viejas canciones de guerra y libertad
Broncas y botellas forjaron nuestra amistad
y a pesar de todo nunca vas a renegar
espero verte allí, bailando un Ska
otra noche en la ciudad
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Tears on my face
03:25
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Another friend is forever gone
leaving a void in our souls
Those who knew you can't help to mourn your loss
Today the world seems even worse
So hard to accept
No way to understand
why life is so unfair, so unfair
Can be sure we'll never forget you
Go in peace, we'll never forget you
we'll never forget you
we'll never forget you
So hard to accept
No way to understand
My chest's full of pain, full of pain
Don't ask me why
'cause I don't know
but I want to raise my glass
I won't forget
their smiles and strenght
so this one goes for them
Don't ask me why
'cause I don't know
there are tears on my face
But raise your glass
this round's for them
for those friends we'll never forget
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Otrx amigx que se ha ido para siempre
dejando un vacio en nuestras almas
Lxs que te conocimos no podemos evitar llorar tu pérdida
hoy el mundo parece incluso peor
tan difícil aceptar
no hay manera de entender
porque la vida es tan injusta
Puedes estar segurx que nunca te olvidaremos
Vete en paz, nunca te olvidaremos
nunca te olvidaremos
nunca te olvidaremos
Tan difícil de aceptar
No hay manera de entender
Mi pecho está lleno de dolor, de dolor
No me preguntes por qué
porque no lo sé
pero quiero levantar mi vaso
No olvidaré
sus sonrisas y su fuerza
así que esta va por ellxs
No me preguntes por qué
porque no lo sé
hay lágrimas en mi cara
Pero levantad vuestros vasos
esta ronda va por ellos
por esxs amigxs que nunca olvidaremos.
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6. |
No shortcuts to glory
02:08
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Oi mate, what's the matter with you? I see grieve in your face
You can keep your mouth shut but your silence sounds like hell
I've been through shit too , I know how it feels
sometimes life's a bitch, that's part of the wicked game
Groovy times are just ahead and who knows for how long
But you have to resist so if you need it lean on me
I know how it feels to lose your love and hope
But you have to resist so if you need it lean on me
There are no shortcuts to glory, you better don't forget
Don't stop, watch your step and keep on being brave
There are no shortcuts to glory, we know we'll never get there
but through these uncertain paths by your side I'll stand
Groovy times are just ahead and who knows for how long
But you have to resist so if you need it lean on me
I know how it feels to lose your love and hope
But you have to resist so if you need it lean on me
There are no shortcuts to glory,
There are no shortcuts to glory,
Sometimes it seems it's a dusty road
that takes us for miles and miles under a boiling sun
I don't know where it takes but I'm gonna make that trip
the way is paved by smiles and tears, dreams and memories,
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7. |
Eternal recurrence
02:55
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When all the old false idols fall
When all the priests have convinced us all:
"God is dead, there's no divine fate"
there's still a card to play...
Forty years later and the picture looks the same
new saviors are now players of the game
New hope for people, but the old policemen
Eternal recurrence, there is no end
When politicians are mean and corrupt
a new sun rises to stop this evil conduct
Regeneration of Democracy?
Another trick to keep the same old schemes
40 years later and the picture looks the same
new saviors are now players of the game
New hope for people, but the old policemen
Eternal recurrence, there is no end
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Ángeles caídos
03:24
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El viento sopla congelando la ciudad
no quedan refugios dónde escapar
caminas dando tumbos sin una dirección
darías la vuelta pero no hay ninguna opción
La inocencia, la ilusión, quedaron atrás - No hay vuelta atrás
No puedes negarlo, no vas a cambiar - No hay vuelta atrás
Los ángeles caídos nunca vuelven a volar
Tu vieja radio escupía sin parar
canciones que advertían lo que estaba por llegar
Sabías que no hay futuro pero querías soñar
¿Quién alguna vez no se dejó llevar?
La inocencia, la ilusión, quedaron atrás - No hay vuelta atrás
No puedes negarlo, no vas a cambiar - No hay vuelta atrás
Los ángeles caídos nunca vuelven a volar
Falsas esperanzas trajeron la decepción
pero queda en pie tu orgullo de perdedor
Ya nada importa, nunca volverás atrás
has quemado tus naves para nunca regresar.
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The wind blows freezing the town
There are no subterfuges to escape
You walk and stumble with no direction
Would like to turn back but there's no option
Innocence, hope, were left behind – there's no turning back
You cannot deny it, you are not gonna change - there's no turning back
Fallen angels never fly again
Your old stereo spat nonstop
songs that warned about what was to come
You knew there's no future but wanted to dream
who has not let himself go sometimes?
False expectations brought deception in
but your pride as loser stands still
Nothing matters anymore, you'll never go back
You've burned your bridges in order to never return
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