Pa Amb Oli I Sal
Blaumut
Bread with Oil and Salt
Take a picture of the rooftop
From here you can see the sea
The laundry hanging, my August
A field of wheat and snails
We'll wait for the cold to pass
And under the tree we'll talk about everything
An elemental biorhythm
A sea of antennas and animals
The astronauts want to come down
The clouds pass by as if nothing
With our hands in our pockets
We'll walk in the footsteps of others
We'll have bread with oil and salt for breakfast
We'll dress it up with some wine glasses
Leaving the city behind
The afternoon is long, and maybe, much more, the night
Another place, another time
Where we'll talk to other gods
My secret subtitled
Paths of rice, paths of wheat
We'll wait for the sun to set
And under the tree we'll talk about the weather
An elemental biorhythm
A piece of artificial life
The astronauts want to come down
The clouds pass by as if nothing
With our hands in our pockets
We'll walk in the footsteps of others
We'll have bread with oil and salt for breakfast
We'll dress it up with some wine glasses
Leaving the city behind
The afternoon is long, and maybe, much more, the night
