La Fleca from Flourviolence by Pa

En me vida he suat tant,
com quan vaig currar a La Fleca
Tinc farina a la sang
i el nas farcit d’espelta
Al cap només hi tinc blast beats
Que mantenen viu el meu desitg
De per fi plegar d'aquí
"Sortim de festa, oi que vens?"
Jo entro al curro sóc forner
“No vas a la mani per Palestina?”
He de carregar sacs de farina.
“Vindràs al funeral del meu pare?”
Quan acabi la massa mare.
“Crec que tu i jo hem de parlar”
Rapidet que he d’enfornar.
A La Fleca!

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I've never sweat as much as I did when I worked at the bakery
I got flour in my blood and my nose is stuffed with spelt
In my head only blast beats
That keep alive my desire
Of finally finishing my shift
“We're going out tonight, you coming?”
I'm going to work, I'm a baker
“You going to the protest for Palestine?”
Gotta carry some flour bags
“Are you attending my dad's funeral?”
When I finish the sourdough
“I think you and I have to talk”
Make it quick, I have to bake
At the bakery!

• Punk
• hardcore punk
• powerviolence