1. |
Air
02:22
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I pretend with this letters to put the accent on a vital exigence
Air, air, air...
We pretend with this words
To fight against the idea of prison
We wanna destroy it!
As an hurricane on earth.
As long as laws rule the world
We’ll not RIP
As long as power rules the world
We’ll not stop
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2. |
No Space
02:19
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My soul is screaming
My fire is burning, burning
The wine is cutting my voice
And life goes black!
Melancolia, Melancolia
No space for nothing
No space for feelings, feelings
No space for regrets
No space for me, no!
Melancolia, Melancolia
My soul is screaming
My fire is burning, burning!
The wine is cutting my voice
And life goes black!
Melancoliaa, Melancolia
No space for nothing
No space for feelings
No space for regrets
No space for me, no!
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3. |
Nunca Más
03:12
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No hay marcha atrás
Esto no es el final
Las calles son nuestras
La noche el ritual
Saca los dientes y clava el puñal
Porque nunca más nos van a callar
Get up and stay strong
Shout out for the ones
They tried to shut up
Remember the ones who love and support
Dont let the hate turns you into a cop
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4. |
Okupy
02:44
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Why all these empty houses
And all these people living in the Street
We'll okupy your house too
We don't believe in your fucking private property
Okupy, okupy
So we’ll claim the streets
We will do a party in it
And we’ll make alive all these empty houses
We’re gonna live in
Okupy
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5. |
Shitty Madame
03:02
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I don't give a fuck about you and about what I cannot do
I'm not the kind of person, person like you
I don't feel like citizen, I'm not a good, good one
I choose it because you smell as u’re a systems, a systems slave
You’re a shitty madame
And I don't give a fuck, I’ll put my feet where and how I want
I’ll do what I want as I want because
I don't believe in any law neither in order control
I don't give a fuck about you
Remembering to me, what I can, what I cannot do. So FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!
Slave, Shitty Madame, Slave,
Shitty Madame!
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6. |
Phoenix
03:21
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Alone in the wind the phoenix was flying
Arrived to the sun and she burned her wings
She felt on the water, she sinked and she came, she came out again....
She’s born, she’s born, she’s born... she’s born again
She’s now on the ground, it burns and its dirty
And the phoenix is born again!
Flying she’s lost, she's burning again
She feed herself, she's born again!
She’s born, she’s born, she’s born... she’s born again
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7. |
Soy
01:06
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No quiero tu mirada
No quiero ni tu baba
Deja de desnudarme
No soy un trozo de carne
Soy! Cuerpo y alma
No quiero tu mirada
No quiero ni tu baba
Te deseo lo peor
Me duele el corazón
Soy! Cuerpo y alma
Soy personaa!
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