Paroles et traduction Arte Elegante - Entre una Balecera

Entre una Balecera

En medio de la balacera
Antes que santana se muriera
Me dijo que lo que yo dijera valiera
Que rapiando siguiera en medio de la balacera
Pense mi vida entera la calle hace que te nieguen que la siera
Siguiera que siguiera siguiera
Si no tenia pista le ponia capela
No queria ser artista la calle era la escuela
Mi punto de vista era gastar la suela de aquella revista de Nelson Mandela
Me puse optimista con diente y muela
Me tira la pista y le puse candela
Que se me desista Roberto Videla
Y que el titi insista yo tara supersuela
Como dice el ato tranquilito observando como la mirada de un alcón
Esta melodia la escribi un dia sentado en el balco
Aunque tenga poco poquito no se lo comparto
Así es la mano hermanito sigo siendo la voz
Sigo siendo la voz, sigo siendo la voz
La voz oh-oh, sigo siendo la voz
Sigo siendo la voz, sigo siendo la voz, la voz oh-oh
De la calle puro que critican estos gusanos politico
Se lavan la mano decian que este movimiento era en bano
Ahora si es lo mejor del rap en castellano
Yo respeto mucho al peruano respeto mucho al boliviano
Son mis vecino son mis hermano
A la final somos todos Sudamericanos
Yo no voy hacer lo que haces tú
Que esconde la cabeza bajo tierra como un avestruz
No había nada no tenia nada
Pero me sobraba la actitud
De ti dependera y será, será así
De lo malo aprenderás y será, será así
De ti dependerá y será, será así
De lo malo aprenderás y será, será así
Sigo siendo la voz, sigo siendo la voz
Sigo siendo la voz oh-oh, la voz oh-oh.
Sigo siendo la voz, sigo siendo la voz
Sigo siendo la voz oh-oh, La voz oh-oh

In the Midst of a Gunfight

In the midst of the gunfight
Before Santana died
He told me that what I said was worth
That rapping should continue in the midst of the gunfight
I thought my whole life, the streets make you deny that the sierra is
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on
If I didn't have a track, I'd put on a cappella
I didn't want to be an artist, the street was the school
My point of view was to wear out the soles of that magazine of Nelson Mandela
I became optimistic with teeth and molars
They throw me the track and I set it on fire
That Roberto Videla desists
And that the titi insists I am super sole
As Ato says, quietly observing like the gaze of a falcon
This melody was written one day while I was sitting on the balcony
Even if I have little, very little, I don't share it
That's the way it is, little brother, I continue to be the voice
I continue to be the voice, I continue to be the voice
The voice oh-oh, I continue to be the voice
I continue to be the voice, I continue to be the voice, the voice oh-oh
Of the street, pure, that these political worms criticize
They washed their hands, they said that this movement was in vain
Now if it is the best of rap in Spanish
I respect the Peruvian very much, I respect the Bolivian very much
They are my neighbors, they are my brothers
In the end, we are all South Americans
I'm not going to do what you do
That is, hide your head in the ground like an ostrich
There was nothing, I had nothing
But I had attitude to spare
It will depend on you and it will be, it will be like this
You will learn from the bad and it will be, it will be like this
It will depend on you and it will be, it will be like this
You will learn from the bad and it will be, it will be like this
I continue to be the voice, I continue to be the voice
I continue to be the voice oh-oh, the voice oh-oh.
I continue to be the voice, I continue to be the voice
I continue to be the voice oh-oh, The voice oh-oh