Lyrics and translation Laberinto ELC - Guerreando por Monedas

Guerreando por Monedas

Bueno damas y caballeros tengan todos utedes muy buenas tarde
Disculpe que bengamos mi compañero y yo desde la comuna
Por falta de oportunidad lo jovenes an salido de las esquinas
Y con una gravadora tratan de espresar un mensaje
Y ala ves sobrevivir
Me le vanto hoy a las 7 empieza la dura jornada
Guerriando en esta jungla para nada hay de caza
Hay mucho que nos humillan porque luchamos en bus
La nececidad tiene cara de lo que sabe
Como pobre dio sus discos de monedas de que vivo
No me jusges no te jusgo si tu cuerpo tu destino
De raperos con talentos y el urbano van montando
Cantada de todo el pueblo, el mensaje que estan sembrando
Llevando pan a su casa no rata que lo retaca
Porque no le falta nada su critica solo babas
Pero yo sigo tranquilo
Con mi rima en la calle de un grito
Conociendo muchos talentos que se abian escondido
Y cantar por la monedas pasando por mi verguensa
Pero es mi cristo que me da la fuerza
Oye dedicado a la gente que lucha dia tras dia
Para conseguirce un pannnnn
Si que dios lo vendiga mi hermano
Laberinto en la calles
Si decimos que todo lo tenemos y aveses para muchos
Es rebusqueses de perros de perros callejeros que
Andan solos en el bero buscando pa' su familia
Comida calor y techo
Te concluyo y soy onesto espero que entiendas esto
La pobresa no conoce raza, distincion o sexo.
Perdone que venga ustedes con rimas y
Con algo de regueton o tengo para comida
Si supieras como me siento
Viviendo y sobreviviendo de lo que
Mas quiero y respeto
Pero si no crees todo esto
Preguntale al guitarrero al confitero al vendedor
Preguntale aquel medigo
Que no incuentra solucion
Vivendo de su racion creo que eso esta mejor
Tu familia no te nececita en las calle
MA RI CUN DU
Guerriando por monedas
En la dura calle enseña
Que nadie te da nada hay que guerriar la como fiera
Como fiera...
La dura calle me a enseñado
A vivir en un munde de rechesos
Donde solo por sustifr la verguensa se a acabado
Donde el hambre de tu hijo es mas imprtante que tu prestigio
Sin importar que ablen de ti tus amigos ni tus vecino
Solo porque te ven trabajando de forma indepentiente
Que nadie te da una oportunidas
Tu vida no importa para otra jente
Bajo tuyo deja de vivir mi vida
Mira que lo tienes todo
Mientras a otro la nececida le busca una salida
Dale gracias a dios
De que a ti no te tonque aser algo
De lo que te averguenses
Pues no sabes lo duro que eso se siente
Que un vagabundo sea rechesado por el mundo
Guerriando por monedas
En la dura calle enseña
Que nadie te da nada hay que guerriar la como fiera
Como fiera...

Warring for Coins

Well, ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon to all of you.
Excuse me for coming from the commune, my companion and I.
Due to lack of opportunity, young people have come out of the corners,
and with a recorder they try to express a message
and at the same time survive.
I get up at 7 today, the hard day begins,
warring in this jungle, there's no hunting at all.
There are many who humiliate us because we fight on the bus,
need has the face of what it knows.
As a poor man, I gave my records of coins, that's what I live on.
Don't judge me, I don't judge you if your body is your destiny.
Rappers with talent and the urban are riding,
singing of all the people, the message they are sowing,
bringing bread to their house, not a rat that hides it,
because they lack nothing, their criticism is just drool.
But I keep going, calm,
with my rhyme in the street of a scream,
meeting many talents that were hidden,
and singing for coins, going through my shame,
but it's my Christ who gives me strength.
Hey, dedicated to the people who fight day after day
to get some breadddd.
May God bless you, my brother.
Labyrinth in the streets.
If we say that we have everything, and sometimes for many,
it's the scramble of stray dogs, of stray dogs that
wander alone in the neighborhood looking for their family,
food, warmth, and shelter.
I conclude and I am honest, I hope you understand this,
poverty knows no race, distinction, or sex.
Excuse me for coming to you with rhymes and
with some reggaeton, or I have no food.
If you knew how I feel,
living and surviving on what
I love and respect the most.
But if you don't believe all this,
ask the guitarist, the confectioner, the seller,
ask that beggar
who finds no solution,
living on his ration, I think that's better.
Your family doesn't need you on the streets,
MA RI CUN DU
Warring for coins
In the hard street teaches
That nobody gives you anything, you have to fight like a beast,
like a beast...
The hard street has taught me
to live in a world of rejections,
where just to suffer shame has ended,
where your child's hunger is more important than your prestige,
no matter what your friends or neighbors say about you,
just because they see you working independently,
that nobody gives you a chance,
your life doesn't matter to other people.
Get off my life, down there,
look, you have everything,
while need seeks a way out for others.
Thank God
that you don't have to do something
that you are ashamed of,
because you don't know how hard that feels,
that a vagabond is rejected by the world.
Warring for coins
In the hard street teaches
That nobody gives you anything, you have to fight like a beast,
like a beast...