Dies de carretera

by Meritxell Riera Prims

Sopa de Cabra, one of the best Catalan rock bands in the nineties.

You left home,
in the streets everything was burning,
looking for good cards,
you reached the end of the city,
nothing to lose
what you had needed to change,
nothing to believe in, either
just a guitar to keep you dreaming.

Life’s waiting, days on the road
you never wanted to go back,
the world was in your hands .

You were happy just living on the ropes,
but that was not enough,
you would be part of history
and perhaps even the new king of rock
the road to fame
wherever you went you were never alone
but apart from your guitar
your only true friend was alcohol.

If all you ever dreamed of is farther away everyday,
maybe time has come to wake up,
fallen from the stars
These days some believe you’ve lost everything,
rolling down the gutter you happily sing an old song .

Life’s waiting, days on the road
life’s waiting, you never wanted to go back,
life’s waiting , the world is in your hands,

If all you ever dreamed of is farther away everyday,
maybe time has come to wake up.

Feeling again against your face
the icy wind from the north,
and if you’re on your own, at least try to rely on luck.

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