L'Hereu Riera

Per dir-ho en plata en 4 línies:
el meu negre ateisme
no pot anar més enllà
de les teves blanques sines…

_{You can’t see there’s lots for us to talk about.
You can leave whenever you want out.}

_{(Chorus)
Whoa. You don’t relate to me, no girl,
And you don’t respect me, no girl,
No girl, Oh yeah.}

_{When I met you,
I didn’t know what to do,
But I noticed that I didn’t really feel.
Now you’re away,
You write home everyday. I don’t beg,
I don’t borrow,
I steal.}

_{You don’t think there’s lots for us to talk about.
You can leave whenever you want out,
You want out.}

_{(Chorus)
Well, you don’t relate to me, no girl.
You don’t respect me, no girl.
And you don’t relate to me, no girl. (you can leave whenever you want out)
And you don’t respect me, no girl.
But you don’t relate to me, no girl. (You can leave whenever you want out)
And you don’t respect me, no girl.
No girl. Yeah.}