Paroles et traduction Alberto Gambino - In Zion

In Zion

Llego a mi casa con los ojos coloraos,
Si llama mas haber decidme cuantos porros he fumao,
De donde vienes me pregunta, vengo de aqui al lao,
¿Que te pasa en los ojos?, dime con quien has estao.
Vengas de donde vengas tu ya vienes colocao,
Mama no cenare, despues me hare un Cola-Cao,
Pena de crio dime a que estas enganchao,
Solo unas caladas he pegao, un porro que me han pasao.
Y la poca memoria que me queda
Sera para no hacer na algunas pocas letras,
Humo denso, ya no pienso,
Es esta hierba que ya la llevo dentro.

[Estribillo]

Es tiempo de volar, es tiempo de fumar,
Situacion In Zion,
Es tiempo de flotar, es tiempo de flipar,
Situacion In Zion.(x2)

Enciendo otro y el humo inunda la habitacion,
Mis pupilas se dilatan, comienzo la meditacion,
Sin moverme del suelo consigo la levitacion,
Situacion In Zion.
Pasatelo, hazme llegar la inspiracion,
Suena la musica, noto en mi alma la vibracion,
Aumenta mi sensacion, mi comunicacion,
Aunque vaya muy fumado y este en otra dimension.

[Estribillo]

Es tiempo de volar, es tiempo de fumar,
Situacion In Zion,
Es tiempo de flotar, es tiempo de flipar,
Situacion In Zion.(x2)

Con demasiada mi cabeza se ofusca,
El boli tambien la quiere y por eso la busca,
Dame de fumar aunque sea la chusta,
La escun jamaicana es la que a mi mas me gusta.
Y entre grandes fumadas y siete pulgadas,
Entre tensas caladas y ritmos de ragga,
Entre mierda, entre hierba estoy,
Unas caladas y ya voy, guay, guay, guay.
El tiempo de brotar es tiempo de molar,
Es Gambinoman y se esta fumando hasta el Sayon,
Y que mas bloques y hierba sin cesar,
Pues mañana el sol dira y podemos estar muertos.

[Estribillo]

Es tiempo de volar, es tiempo de fumar,
Situacion In Zion,
Es tiempo de flotar, es tiempo de flipar,
Situacion In Zion.(x4)

In Zion

I arrive home with red eyes,
If you call further, tell me how many joints I've smoked,
Where do you come from, you ask, I come from here next door,
What's wrong with your eyes? Tell me who you've been with.
Wherever you come from, you come stoned,
Mom, I won't have dinner, later I'll have a Cola-Cao,
Pity you cry, tell me what you're hooked on,
I've only taken a few puffs, a joint they passed me.
The little memory I have left
Will be to do almost no letters,
Dense smoke, I don't think anymore
This herb is already in me.

[Chorus]

It's time to fly, it's time to smoke,
Situation In Zion,
It's time to float, it's time to flip,
Situation In Zion.(x2)

I light another one and the smoke fills the room,
My pupils dilate, I begin meditation,
Without moving from the ground I achieve levitation,
Situation In Zion.
Pass it on, make the inspiration come to me,
The music plays, I feel the vibration in my soul,
My sensation increases, my communication,
Even though I am very high and in another dimension.

[Chorus]

It's time to fly, it's time to smoke,
Situation In Zion,
It's time to float, it's time to flip,
Situation In Zion.(x2)

With too much my head is foggy,
The pen wants it too and that's why it looks for it,
Give me to smoke even if it's junk,
Jamaican grass is what I like the most.
And between big puffs and seven inches,
Between tense puffs and rhythms of ragga,
Between shit, between weed I am,
A few puffs and I'm going, cool, cool, cool.
The time to sprout is time to cool,
It's Gambinoman and he's smoking himself to the Sayon,
And more blocks and weed without ceasing,
Because tomorrow the sun will say and we can be dead.

[Chorus]

It's time to fly, it's time to smoke,
Situation In Zion,
It's time to float, it's time to flip,
Situation In Zion.(x4)