Life is about putting the broken pieces back together, joining the ends, and giving as much as we can. We always make mistakes, and we have to get up every time and give it our all again. We have to rise above all the destruction in the world. Life is full of doubts, but we must give it our all.
VOICE 1: It's about uniting the ends of the world, the ends of a ribbon, gathering the broken pieces and letting the soul fly like this between us, trying to take life's hand, following it side by side with our eyes closed, throwing ourselves into trust and giving and giving and giving and giving and giving and giving it all, while heaven takes care of the rest. It’s about making the path better than the master, it’s about being honest, natural is like water, there is no one perfect, falling into the right, making mistakes, getting hurt and healing and getting back on the boards to fight and give and give and give and give and give it all, that time makes fun of the rest and there, there, there begins the seas to open, the earth to sink, the skies to fall, the winds to blow, that walking is the goal, sweating the peseta, having a reason to inhabit this planet, leaving a mark on the shitty life that is around, and there, and there and there begins whoever has his saint, let him put his offering, to whom his dead speak, let him bring his strength, whoever believes in science, let him have patience, whoever is lucky, whoever has a conscience, whoever has a godfather, whoever has the blessed talent that God gave him CHORUS: Move everything. VOICE 1: Moonless nights await, days of fasting await, mystery and fortune, the sanity of madmen, millions of doubts, flashes of brilliance await you, a total emptiness awaits you, defeating the demon that makes you incapable and giving and giving and giving and giving and giving and giving it all, while heaven takes care of the rest. Lightning awaits you, thunder awaits you, politically upright eclipses await you, preying on every gesture, nothing is perpetual. Throw yourself into the street and swim so as not to sink, and take the helm of the social scene and give and give and give and give and give and give it all, for time will take care of the rest, and there, and there, and there begins the seas to open, the earth to sink, the skies to fall, the winds to blow, that walking is the goal, to sweat the penny, to have a reason to inhabit this planet, to leave a mark on the shitty life that is around, and there, and there and there begins the one who has his saint to put his offering, to whom his dead speak to bring their strength, the one who believes in science to have patience, the one who has luck, the one who has conscience, the one who has a godfather, the one who has the blessed talent that God gave him CHORUS: Move, move, everything, move everything.
VOZ 1: Se trata de unir los confines del mundo, las puntas de un lazo, juntar los pedazos rotos
y dejar volar el alma
así entre nosotros,
tratar de tomarle la mano a la vida, seguirle a la par
con los ojos cerrados lanzarse a confiar y dar y dar y dar y dar y dar y darlo todo,
que el cielo se ocupa del resto.
Se trata de hacer el camino mejor que el maestro, se trata de ser honesto,
natural es como el agua,
no hay perfecto,
caer en lo cierto, cometer errores, herirse y sanar
y subir a las tablas de nuevo a pelear y dar y dar y dar y dar y dar y darlo todo,
que el tiempo se burla del resto
y ahí,
ahí,
ahí comienza
que se abran los mares, se hunda la tierra, se caigan los cielos, los vientos que soplen, que andar es la meta, sudar la peseta, tener un motivo para habitar este planeta, dejar una huella en la vida de mierda que está alrededor,
y ahí,
y ahí
y ahí comienza
el que tenga su santo que ponga su ofrenda, al que le hablen sus muertos que lleve su fuerza, el que crea en la ciencia que tenga paciencia, el que tenga la suerte, el que tenga conciencia, el que tenga un padrino, el que tenga el bendito talento que Dios se lo dio
CORO: Mueva todo.
VOZ 1: Esperan las noches sin luna, esperan los días de ayuna, la incógnita y la fortuna, la cordura de los locos, millones de dudas, te esperan destellos geniales, te espera un vacío total, derrotar al demonio que te hace incapaz y dar y dar y dar y dar y dar y darlo todo, que el cielo se ocupa del resto.
Te esperan los rayos, te esperan los truenos, te esperan eclipses políticamente rectos, depredando cada gesto, no hay nada perpetuo.
Tirarte de pecho a la calle y nadar para no naufragar,
y tomar el timón de la escena social y dar y dar y dar y dar y dar y darlo todo, que el tiempo se ocupa del resto,
y ahí,
y ahí,
y ahí comienza
que se abran los mares, se hunda la tierra, se caigan los cielos, los vientos que soplen, que andar es la meta, sudar la peseta, tener un motivo para habitar este planeta, dejar una huella en la vida de mierda que está alrededor,
y ahí,
y ahí
y ahí comienza
el que tenga su santo que ponga su ofrenda, al que le hablen sus muertos que lleve su fuerza, el que crea en la ciencia que tenga paciencia, el que tenga la suerte, el que tenga conciencia, el que tenga un padrino, el que tenga el bendito talento que Dios se lo dio
CORO: Mueva, mueva,
todo,
mueva
todo.
