Band members:
Xavi Caparrós - bass
David Carabén - voice, guitar
Marc Lloret - keyboards
Alfons Serra - drums
Dani Vega - guitars
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Discography:
Lipstick traces (2000)
The Fall Of Public Man (2003)
Trucar a casa. Recollir les fotos. Pagar la multa. (2005)
Set tota la vida (2007)
Ordre i aventura (2010)
L'amor feliç (2012)
L'ànsia que cura (2014)
Els crits
Mishima Lyrics
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pel so del silenci
de l'instant present passat.
Cor ple, mon buit
firmaments com brasses extingits
I l'angoxa de quan no has sentit els crits.
De vegades, quan hi penses
descobreix ella mateixa
suspirant per ser en el forat.
podria ser el que falta,
o allo que s'obvia.
I la ceguesa d'aquells que es fan el sord, els crits.
Amb la ceguesa d'aquells que es fan el sord, els crits
La mateixa mort immensa
d'una llunyana nit d'estiu.
La mateixa mort immensa
d'una joguina al fons d'un riu.
Sovint, sense adonar-s'en
bat les ales i al voltant creixen mil milions de flors.
Fragils i orgulloses,
la eternitat es als colors.
I la força amb aquells que fan cançons dels crits
I la força amb aquells que dels crits fan cançons.
La mateixa llum intensa
d'una llunyana nit d'estiu
La mateixa llum intensa
de la nina quan somriu.
The song Els crits by Mishima is a deeply emotional and reflective piece that explores themes of silence, emptiness, and the fear of not being heard. The opening verse speaks of a girl who wakes up to the sound of silence, a reminder of the past that is now gone. The emptiness in her heart is juxtaposed with the firmaments that are now extinguished, conveying a sense of loss and aloneness. The fear of not being heard is also highlighted in the verse, manifesting as a feeling of anguish that comes with not being able to express oneself fully.
The second verse delves deeper into the psyche of the girl and the human condition. Sometimes, we find ourselves yearning for something we don't have or for something that is overlooked. The blind spots in our lives that we fail to see are amplified by the deafness of those around us who choose to ignore our cries, epitomized in the repeated reference to "els crits," or "the screams." The third verse offers a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Death is portrayed as an immense void, but it is also a reminder of the transience of life. The girl, like a butterfly, can still flutter her wings and give birth to a million flowers. The eternal lies within our own colors, which are both fragile and proud.
Line by Line Meaning
La nina es desperta
The girl awakens
pel so del silenci
By the sound of silence
de l'instant present passat.
From the past present moment.
Cor ple, mon buit
Full heart, empty world
firmaments com brasses extingits
Skies like extinguished braziers
I l'angoxa de quan no has sentit els crits.
And the anguish of when you haven't heard the screams.
I l'angoxa de quan no ens sentin els crits
And the anguish of when they don't hear our screams.
De vegades, quan hi penses
Sometimes, when you think about it
descobreix ella mateixa
She discovers herself
suspirant per ser en el forat.
Sighing to be in the hole.
podria ser el que falta,
It could be what is missing,
o allo que s'obvia.
Or what is forgotten.
I la ceguesa d'aquells que es fan el sord, els crits.
And the blindness of those who pretend to be deaf to the screams.
Amb la ceguesa d'aquells que es fan el sord, els crits
With the blindness of those who pretend to be deaf to the screams.
La mateixa mort immensa
The same immense death
d'una llunyana nit d'estiu.
Of a distant summer night.
La mateixa mort immensa
The same immense death
d'una joguina al fons d'un riu.
Of a toy at the bottom of a river.
Sovint, sense adonar-s'en
Often, without realizing it
bat les ales i al voltant creixen mil milions de flors.
It flaps its wings and millions of flowers grow around it.
Fragils i orgulloses,
Fragile and proud,
la eternitat es als colors.
Eternity lies in colors.
I la força amb aquells que fan cançons dels crits
And the strength with those who make songs of screams
I la força amb aquells que dels crits fan cançons.
And the strength with those who turn screams into songs.
La mateixa llum intensa
The same intense light
d'una llunyana nit d'estiu
Of a distant summer night
La mateixa llum intensa
The same intense light
de la nina quan somriu.
Of the girl when she smiles.
Contributed by Camilla E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Monica Erazo Lucero
me encanta mishimaaa !
Hvitlys
Osti jo he estat en una roda de premsa en aquest circ! Encantador.
André Cordeiro
música catalã para todo o mundo, por favor :D
Hector_11
m'encanta !!
MrDeveraux
Brutal! sou els amos!
Robert Esteve
mol bons!!
f im
sou els millors!!!
Dídac Pérez i Parera
i d'una tirada? wow.... enhorabona, què bons sou..........
karletbolet
Gallina de piel
Olga Gómez Velasco
M'encanteu, coi... i encara no us he vist en directe...