No sé quants cops he pensat en deixar la guitarra
No sé quants cops l’he penjat a la paret equivocada
No sé quants cops he parat, he fet un riu i he continuat
No sé quants cops m’he sentit tan desanimat
* No sé si val la pena parlar sempre de lluitar
No sé si val la pena si ni jo ho puc aguantar
No sé si val la pena fer el ploramiques aquí
No sé si val la pena seguir així
No sé quants minuts em queden encara
Fins que tingueu ganes de trencar-me la cara
No sé quant temps passarà, fins que el cos comenci a fallar
Jo només vull que l’estiu s’acabi ja
HANG UP THE GUITAR
I don’t know how many times I’ve thought about quitting guitar
I don’t know how many times I’ve hung it on the wrong wall
I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped, I’ve taken a piss and I’ve carried on
I don’t know how many times I’ve felt so discouraged
* I don’t know if it’s worth always talking about fighting
I don’t know if it’s worth it if even I can’t handle it
I don’t know if it’s worth crying over here
I don’t know if it’s worth to keep going like this
I don’t know how minutes I still have
Until you want to smack my face
I don’t know how time will pass, until the body starts to fail
I only want this summer to be over
