El Croquis de Esta Vida Loca - Santa Fe Klan Übersetzung ins Englische

El Croquis de Esta Vida Loca

Asi son las cosas por las calles
asi son ya nada puede remediarse
Aqui nacimos y de aquí nos vamos muertos a
todas nuestas madres se les nota el sufrimiento
Asi son las cosas por las calles
Vengo desde abajo en serio no creas que te miento sali a la calle en
busca de mis sueños lo siento pero no me
arrepiento todo lo que tengo a mi barrio se lo devo
Si tu supieras como esta el peligro aca
afuera aqui las rejas o el panteón te espera
Chingo de quejas pero asta la chota anda
revuelta aqui te juega chueco el que menos esperas
Con lágrimas en los ojos al cielo le cantamos
recordando tratando de evitar todo este llanto
Unos estan encerrados ni cuenta se dan de lo que a pasado
somos la pura pinche realidad por eso esto se hiso mi trabajo
Homies enredados en las drogas hoy mi sistema no reacciona el croquis
de esta pinche vida loka no se a
donde me llevaran y no me importa
En la calle mal juzgados somos homies de la
street nacimos para morir una vida loka elegí
La vida es como un free caminando sobre un beat
un fume para el cielo para el que ya no esta aquí
Conflictos por la calle ya se nos hiso
normal el aroma en el aire del gallo al quemar
No confíes en carnales que luego no
estarán contados son los mios de mi barrio sfklan
Aqui no a pasado nada la vivimos siempre igual la calle es un
riesgo que yo elegi tomar yo se en
quien confiar aquí ya no existe paz
El amor de la mujer que quiero ella es mamá drugadas sin dormir se
que vale la pena siempre al alva tu nos wachas alla en la banqueta
Las torretas ya se escuchan se pasean alla
afuera nada es para siempre asta que la muerte te llega
Asi son las cosas por las calles
asi son ya nada puede remediarse
Aqui nacimos y de aquí nos vamos muertos a
todas nuestas madres se les nota el sufrimiento
Asi son las cosas por las calles

The Sketch of This Crazy Life

That's how things are on the streets,
that's how they are, nothing can be fixed.
We were born here and from here we leave dead, to
all our mothers, the suffering shows.
That's how things are on the streets.
I come from the bottom, seriously, don't think I'm lying. I went out to the streets in
search of my dreams, I'm sorry but I don't
regret it, everything I have I owe to my neighborhood.
If you only knew how dangerous it is out
here, the bars or the cemetery await you.
A ton of complaints, but even the cops are
corrupt, here the one you least expect will play you dirty.
With tears in our eyes, we sing to the sky,
remembering, trying to avoid all this crying.
Some are locked up, unaware of what has happened,
we are the pure fucking reality, that's why this became my job.
Homies tangled up in drugs, today my system doesn't react, the sketch
of this fucking crazy life doesn't know
where it will take me, and I don't care.
On the streets, misjudged, we are homies of the
streets, we were born to die, I chose a crazy life.
Life is like a freestyle, walking on a beat,
a smoke for the sky, for the one who's no longer here.
Conflicts in the streets have become
normal for us, the aroma in the air of the rooster when burning.
Don't trust homies who won't
be there later, my people from my neighborhood, SF Klan, are counted.
Nothing has happened here, we always live it the same, the street is a
risk that I chose to take, I know who
to trust, there is no peace here anymore.
The love of the woman I love, she is my mom, sleepless nights,
I know it's worth it, you always watch over us there on the sidewalk at dawn.
The sirens can already be heard, they roam out
there, nothing is forever until death comes for you.
That's how things are on the streets,
that's how they are, nothing can be fixed.
We were born here and from here we leave dead, to
all our mothers, the suffering shows.
That's how things are on the streets.