Mariatxis trance
Singing misunderstood songs
through big cow land we’ve gone.
Singing in minority tongues
when the highway is too long.
Singing misunderstood stories,
singing in the hottest grooves.
Doing endless laps in the dirtiest pubs,
lost mariatxis in Viking clubs.
Hey! Turn on the fan!
Mariatxis start the dance.
Hey! Turn on the fan!
Mariatxis into a trance.
Inventing everything that’s coming,
singing for a few sad coins.
Playing with the wetness of drums
or stifled by a lack of rum.
Surfing the dryness of answers,
dreaming of a garden of faces.
Fighting with the same wine partner,
swimming in the best beer races.
Hey! Turn on the fan!
Mariatxis start the dance.
Hey! Turn on the fan!
Mariatxis into a trance.
Bon vent,
torna’ls a casa.
Bon vent,
de matinada.
Autor(es): Joan Garriga
