Estàs Fotut

You're screwed, you're screwed
when you walk down the street and don’t see anyone.
You're screwed, you're screwed
when you run out of paper to roll a joint.
You're screwed, you're screwed
because you don’t want to realize what’s happening in the world.
You're screwed, you're screwed
because you don’t listen to Gossa Sorda, you don’t want a revolution.

What’s up with the words? What’s up with love?
And if we’re so supportive, what’s happening in the third world?
You’ve lost your memory, you’ve lost your dignity
And now you wander through life bouncing from bar to bar.
What’s up with the crosses, the gay one and the one for the foot?
If it’s too many years of history fucking everything up,
and you’re screwed.

1492 "massacre" of the indigenous.
1707 Xàtiva burned down.
The "massacre" continues and the weakest will die,
The utopia of being human and the legacy of being an animal.

Always waiting for a present that never comes,
always forgetting a negligent past,
always dreaming awake,
awake.