Song: Temps o rellotge
Written by: Carles Sanjosé
Artist: Sanjosex
Album: Temps i rellotge (2007)
Like a knife that cuts an entire day into little pieces,
as if time could be divided like it didn't mean a thing,
it's like saying that time is a clock.
For too long now we've let ourselves be carried away by this overwhelming rhythm,
Rhythm that is neither life nor present nor future,
There is a noise living amongst us.
We quit playing a while ago,
and we forgot about all those shortcuts
that lead to a place where there is no hurry.
The rhythm we impose upon ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Without words.
We have to find time to be
Together much more time,
Without counting
The hours that have passed,
Lost in embraces
You have to control your cursed maternal instincts,
they are destroying your relationship,
at least do it for this.
The agenda that helps us is who gives us the measure of time,
We have to find moments to let our minds escape,
places without coverage.
It's been a while since we forgot the way
that leads to that paradise where children are children,
and grown-ups have to be reborn
The rythm we impose upon ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Mute!
Without hope!
We have to find time to be
Together much more time,
Without counting
The hours that have passed,
Lost in embraces
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