Podré Tornar Enrera
Sopa De Cabra Lyrics


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Rius de gent, malferida corren sols, escopint el seu fracàs
Ja vençuts, esperaran com sempre han fet, l'aventura d'una nit,
Mentre ploren, de ràbia i per amor, a un nom inexistent
Mentre riuen dins núvols pasatgers, cada dia més distants
Corren sols, seguint pistes per trobar el refugi de l'acció
Un amic que no estigui massa vist o una ofrena de la carn
Que a vegades, quan s'apaga el primer foc, pot fer encara més mal
I així acaben, quan ja tot ha passat, cremats per la veritat i cridant

Podré tornar enrera, quan estigui massa lluny
Podré tornar enrera, quan sigui massa tard...

Són germans, d'un camí que no ha tingut mai sorida ni final
Saben bé que el futur és la foscor i que el negre és el color
D'una bandera, bruta i plena de sang, que els hi han posat a les mans
Però no es rendeixen, somien il·lusions fent himnes de cançons i criden





Podré tornar enrera, quan estigui massa lluny
Podré tornar enrera, quan sigui massa tard...

Overall Meaning

The song "Podré Tornar Enrera" by Sopa De Cabra is an emotional reflection on the struggles of life and the longing for redemption. The lyrics describe a group of people who are running through crowded streets with wounded hearts, spitting on their failures. They are defeated and exhausted, waiting for the adventure of the night. They cry out of anger and love for a name that doesn't exist anymore, while others are laughing in passing clouds that are becoming more and more distant every day. They are continuously searching for a safe haven where they can find refuge in action, looking for a friend who is not visible or a sacrifice of the flesh that may cause even more harm when the first fire burns out. In the end, they are burned by the truth and screaming for mercy.


The song conveys a sense of desperation and confusion about the future, despite their dreams of illusions and hymns of songs. They understand that the path they have taken has no way out or ending, and the black color of the flag of their fate is bleeding with blood. However, they refuse to give up; they still hope to find solace in something that will lead them back to the past when everything was better. They are hoping to go back to when they were not too far away and when it was not too late to make amends.


Line by Line Meaning

Rius de gent, malferida corren sols, escopint el seu fracàs
Crowds of wounded people run alone, spitting out their failures.


Ja vençuts, esperaran com sempre han fet, l'aventura d'una nit,
Already defeated, they will wait as they always have, for the adventure of one night.


Mentre ploren, de ràbia i per amor, a un nom inexistent
While they cry, out of anger and for love, for a nonexistent name.


Mentre riuen dins núvols pasatgers, cada dia més distants
While they laugh inside fleeting clouds, each day more distant.


Corren sols, seguint pistes per trobar el refugi de l'acció
They run alone, following clues to find the refuge of action.


Un amic que no estigui massa vist o una ofrena de la carn
A friend who is not too visible or an offering of the flesh.


Que a vegades, quan s'apaga el primer foc, pot fer encara més mal
That sometimes, when the first fire goes out, it can hurt even more.


I així acaben, quan ja tot ha passat, cremats per la veritat i cridant
And so they end up, when everything has already happened, burned by the truth and screaming.


Podré tornar enrera, quan estigui massa lluny
I could go back, when I am too far away.


Podré tornar enrera, quan sigui massa tard...
I could go back, when it's too late...


Són germans, d'un camí que no ha tingut mai sorida ni final
They are brothers, of a path that has never had an exit or an end.


Saben bé que el futur és la foscor i que el negre és el color
They know well that the future is darkness and black is the color.


D'una bandera, bruta i plena de sang, que els hi han posat a les mans
Of a flag, dirty and full of blood, that has been placed in their hands.


Però no es rendeixen, somien il·lusions fent himnes de cançons i criden
But they don't give up, they dream illusions making anthems of songs and shouting.




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Jordi Vidal

Recordo aquells temps de petit al poble, temps de que no tornaran, tant de bo pogués tornar enrere

marina h moll

Ahir a Mallorca tmb varen acabar es concert amb aquesta canço, simplement espectacular, sopa de cabra ha estat molt gran, es molt gran, i sirà molt gran SEMPRE !

Eloisa Zamora

Com és fà Gerard Quintana, per tornar en rrera? I l'amic qué nô estigui masa vist?? Sopa de cabra, la vostra cançô és preçiosa...✌🎗💛🌼

Luis Severino

Grácies! Piel de gallina, con música como ésta aprendo el idioma Catalán.

יהוה‎chosen

MOLT BE !!!!!!!!! GRACIES... :-)

Pablo Arroyo

@יהוה‎chosen .MOLT BÉ !!!!!!!!! GRàCIES... :-)

Albert Besa

Guai

zuhair omar

@Pablo Arroyo n

zuhair omar

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David Kuver

Escoltant desde Köln....són brutals!!!!

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