Lyrics and translation Wolty - Fiucher Calambur

Fiucher Calambur

Me dijo un ciego una vuelta, imagínate si yo viera
Sumale todavía, que esté soleado y lloviera
Sabría lo que es la vida, feliz me retiro
Y ahí no tendría drama, si me dan un re tiro

Me decía y repetía que sabía que ese día
Cualquier mala que le pase la dejaba y que cedía
Como un serbio, sin nervios, entre asedios
Sin miedo a que sea el momento ese del: ¿qué hace' Dios?
Que sabia que se vuelve la savia del cerezo
El cobarde siempre pierde y no quiero ser eso
La música es mi vida, y ni sé de tonadas
Solo expreso lo que dicen mis neuronas detonadas

Te pido un abrazo más, te extraño, dámelo mamá
La que antes decía que no, qué extraño, da' me lo mamá
La plata no me sobra, pero va la cosama
Por lo menos, por ahora, así está la cosa má'

Vini, vidi vinci, es la idea
La bocha hecha un longboard eslaidea
En busca del billete, con flores, con trastes
Para poder ver bien del otro lado del contraste
Siempre con mis compas (Compas, compas)
Sin joder a nadie, con paz (Con paz)
Las mentiras se pagan más caras
Yo los dejo a todos de la máscara
Como Sky con tres acordes
Si no salís del rap dudo que te acordes
Bruto pero pillo
Al beat no le pego, lo escupo y lo pillo
Tengo un corazón de hierro perro más de una vez soldado
En mi guerra interna nunca erro, soy un soldado
El día a mi favor con el calor del sol dado
Generando generalas salen cinco sol dados
Pero damos sintaxis
Vamos en caravana tu cara banal
Chaval, llama que te quedas sin taxis
Mira a esos raperos como monos de zoológico
Si tu rap y tu vida no combinan no so' lógico
Erran, erran, y pensarlo te taladra
Tu chica era tan perra que ahora su teta ladra
Vos te morís de pena llena de almacenamiento
A mi no me de' mentiras que si mi alma cena miento
¿Te molesta una pareja porque son bisexuales?
Mereces morir a manos de zombies sexuales
Que te sigan corte CIA
No seas bolu', men
Y subí el volumen que este rap es cortesía
Mientras escabio en el mar Iguana
Se acerca mi latina fina con la marihuana
Como todo un paisano, quiero un país sano
Y no un país de mierda, ¿qué sería, un país ano?
Pero yo tranquilo haciendo unas milangas
Alejado de tu moda colectiva de mil langas
¡Soy un especialista! ¡No estás en la especial lista!
Mi rap es condimento, ya tengo la especialista
Nenes bobos critican por Internet, es lamentable
Hay pocos MC's de esta envergadura
Aman tanto la pantalla que a escondidas, lamen tablet
Les damos de comer una verga dura
Nosotros el cascote que les rompe el ventanal
¿Dicen que no son buenas las segundas partes?
Venden el el culo por fama parece una venta anal
Y cada tema acá con mi segunda parte
No sé de quién es el partido, pero este es mi gol
Vos tirame todas tus rimas que yo no me ablando
Acepto críticas, pero no de un Smeagol
Ni siquiera rapeo que les gano hablando
Mi palabra es clara, no es de tartamudo
Es escuchar un beat y entrar en mi sosiego
Siga mis órdenes, sirva la tarta mudo
¿No ves el nivel, gil? ¿Qué te pasa? ¿Sos ciego?

Future Pun

A blind man once told me, "Imagine if I could see,"
Add to that, the sun shining while it's raining, you see?
I'd know what life is, happily retire,
And have no drama, if they give me another shot, that's my desire.

He told me again and again, he knew that day,
Any bad thing that happened, he'd let it go and give way,
Like a Serb, without nerves, amidst sieges,
Without fear of that moment of: "What is God doing?", he alleges.
He knew it becomes the sap of the cherry tree,
The coward always loses, and I don't want to be that, you see.
Music is my life, and I don't even know tunes,
I just express what my detonated neurons say, like baboons.

I ask you for one more hug, I miss you, give it to me, Mom,
The one who used to say no, how strange, give it to me, Mom.
I'm not overflowing with money, but things are going okay,
At least, for now, that's how things are, anyway.

Veni, vidi, vici, that's the idea,
The ball slides like a longboard, it's clear.
In search of the bill, with flowers, with frets,
To be able to see clearly from the other side of the contrast, no regrets.
Always with my buddies (Buddies, buddies),
Without messing with anyone, with peace (With peace).
Lies are paid more dearly,
I leave them all unmasked, clearly.
Like Sky with three chords,
If you don't get out of rap, I doubt you'll remember, towards the fjords.
Brute but clever,
I don't hit the beat, I spit on it and catch it, whatever.
I have an iron heart, dog, welded more than once,
In my internal war, I never make mistakes, I'm a soldier, a dunce.
The day in my favor with the warmth of the sun given,
Generating generals, five suns come out smitten.
But we give syntax,
We go in a caravan, your face banal, relax.
Kid, call or you'll be left without taxis,
Look at those rappers like zoo monkeys, praxis.
If your rap and your life don't match, it's not logical,
They err, they err, and thinking about it drills you, it's tragical.
Your girl was such a bitch, now her tit barks,
You're dying of grief full of storage, it embarks.
Don't give me lies, because if my soul eats, I lie, it sparks.
Does a couple bother you because they're bisexual?
You deserve to die at the hands of sexual zombies, it's crucial.
May the CIA follow you,
Don't be stupid, man,
And turn up the volume, this rap is a courtesy, understand?
While I drink in the Iguana Sea,
My fine Latina approaches with marijuana, free.
Like a true countryman, I want a healthy country,
And not a shitty country, what would it be, a country anus, funny?
But I'm chilling making some milangas,
Away from your collective fashion of a thousand slangs.
I'm a specialist! You're not on the special list!
My rap is seasoning, I already have the specialist.
Silly kids criticize on the internet, it's lamentable,
There are few MCs of this stature, it's fundamental.
They love the screen so much that they secretly lick tablets,
We give them a hard cock to eat, like rabbits.
We are the rubble that breaks their window,
They say second parts are not good, you know?
They sell their ass for fame, it seems like an anal sale, low.
And every song here with my second part,
I don't know whose game it is, but this is my goal, a dart.
Throw me all your rhymes, I don't soften,
I accept criticism, but not from a Smeagol, I'm often.
I don't even rap, I beat them talking, it's molten.
My word is clear, it's not a stutterer,
It's hearing a beat and entering my calm, like a flutter.
Follow my orders, serve the mute cake, a clutter,
Don't you see the level, fool? What's wrong with you? Are you blind? A shutter.