El Hombre del Saco - Nikone Übersetzung ins Englische

El Hombre del Saco

Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yeh (yah-yah-yaih)
Ah, ah, ah, yah

El miedo será siempre el punto flaco
Capaz de hacer de lo mínimo, gordo
Como de peque la de "el hombre del saco"
Como la de "ve a la cama" o "viene el coco"

Si no digo ni te digo, ya veremos (ya veremos)
Abarcaremos mucho más de lo pensado
Sera pesado, duro; ambos lo sabemos
Pero bueno, a carga' estamo' acostumbrado'

Dame la palma, regálame calma
Dime, pide, pero haz ese favo' a mi alma
Alinearé planeta', galaxia'
A base de asfixiarme al no contentar tanta sed de ansia

Válgame, qué paciencia (paciencia)
Como la naturaleza, pero cuando llega estalla
Y por allá donde vaya, hallará vibrar la tierra
Borrar, modificar puntos del mapa

Yapa va cada palabra
Habrá mil, como trabas hay
Bobos en el globo que, por hoy, quieren que le den más likes
Válgame, ¿por qué hay tanto toy?
Allá donde voy, no vais
Habéis pasa'o el límite que evité maltratar

Y vergüenza ajena dais
Y alabáis lo que no sois
Os espero que lo veáis
Y nadéis rumbo hacia la orilla
Vaya vergüenza dais
Alabáis lo que no sois
Os espero que lo veáis, yah

Más pena que el propio término, es eterno mi castigo
Digo, y no me obligo nada ni nadie, ¿cómo le digo?
A ese borrego lleno de ego que no eche vista a su ombligo
Que soy de Carabanchel y de vecinos desde chinos

A gitanos, rumanos, latino', africanos
Entre pan viene el camino, viejo viajando
En el 118 con mi buche, macho
No gustaba mucho y no' pillaba cacho

Calla el motivo que sean muchachas
Jamás la concedan ni una noche
Recuerda, solo tienen armas
Las mujeres, pero no niñas mayores

Calla el motivo que sean muchachas
Jamás la concedan ni una noche
Recuerda, solo tienen armas
Las mujeres, pero no

Niña no llores, cesa la llorera
Baja de la nube, de tu pasarela
Aparta de la tele y léete una novela
Haz valer mas allá de las prendas

Niña no llores, no llores, qué llorera llevas
Bella, pero al llorar ya no lo es tanto y
Yo que no soy de aguantar llantos
Siento pánico y de nuevo me levanto

No llores, no llores, no llores
Yo hallaré la llave que haga abrir el portón
Y en parte, soporto el peso de no ser el que pase
¿Acaso en algún caso me has visto quejarme?

No, no, no llores, no
No, no, no llores, no llores, no
No, no, no llores, no (¡ay!)
No, no, no llores, no
No, no, no llores, no llores, no
No, no, no llores, no
Digiri-bah

The Boogeyman

Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yeh (yah-yah-yaih)
Ah, ah, ah, yah

Fear will always be the weak point
Capable of making something small, big
Like when you were little, the "boogeyman" thing
Like "go to bed" or "the boogeyman is coming"

If I don't tell you, or I do, we'll see (we'll see)
We'll cover much more than we thought
It's gonna be hard, tough; we both know it
But hey, we're used to carrying the load

Give me your hand, give me calm
Tell me, ask, but do my soul that favor
I'll align planets, galaxies
By suffocating myself from not satisfying so much thirst for longing

Oh my, what patience (patience)
Like nature, but when it comes, it explodes
And wherever it goes, it will find the earth vibrating
Erasing, modifying points on the map

Every word is already going
There will be thousands, as there are bars
Fools in the globe that, for now, want more likes
Oh my, why are there so many toys?
Wherever I go, you don't
You have crossed the line that I avoided mistreating

And you give secondhand embarrassment
And you praise what you are not
I hope you see it
And swim towards the shore
What a shame you give
You praise what you are not
I hope you see it, yah

More pity than the term itself, my punishment is eternal
I say, and I don't force myself or anyone, how do I say it?
To that ego-filled sheep who doesn't look at his own navel
That I'm from Carabanchel and neighbors since Chinese

To gypsies, Romanians, Latinos, Africans
Between bread comes the way, old man traveling
In the 118 with my grub, man
I didn't like it very much and I didn't get any

Silence the reason that they are girls
May they never grant it, not even for one night
Remember, they only have weapons
Women, but not older girls

Silence the reason that they are girls
May they never grant it, not even for one night
Remember, they only have weapons
Women, but not

Girl, don't cry, stop the crying
Get off the cloud, off your catwalk
Get away from the TV and read a novel
Make yourself worth more than just clothes

Girl, don't cry, don't cry, what a crybaby you are
Beautiful, but when you cry it's not so much anymore, and
I who am not one to endure crying
I feel panic and I get up again

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
I will find the key that will open the gate
And in part, I bear the weight of not being the one to pass
Have you ever seen me complain in any case?

No, no, don't cry, no
No, no, don't cry, don't cry, no
No, no, don't cry, no (oh!)
No, no, don't cry, no
No, no, don't cry, don't cry, no
No, no, don't cry, no
Digiri-bah