Paroles et traduction Canserbero - Cara Vemos

Cara Vemos

Les suplico no se asusten si no me reconocen
Si mi gesto es diferente
O si mi voz varía
No estoy poseído, ni estoy loco, ni oigo voces...
Júzguenme por mi discurso que no desvaría
No se preocupen por la marihuana que he fumado,
Ni por las noches en vigilia leyendo poesía
Preocúpense por sus defectos que no son menos malos
Y cuando quieran comparamos la estantería
He sido acusado de NASI, de racista,
De cristiano, de budista,
De asesino, de loco, de traidor,
Hasta de artista...
De extraterrestre y terrorista
De mesías del demonio
De portador de amor o de microbios
De satánico, de pederasta, de homofóbico, de plasta
Y yo los escuche sin decir basta.
Pero lo que para mí es obvio para otros no
Y al contrario, por eso es que considero necesario
Que así como yo sonriendo soporte sus argumentos
Les recuerdo que ahora ustedes no pueden descartar estos
Los acuso de pendejos, todos llenos de complejos,
Influenciables, ciegos, dominados por sus egos
Egoístas, masoquistas, egotistas, inflexibles
Fanáticos, parásitos, rateros corruptibles
Ni siquiera pueden soportar cuatro verdades dime.
Como coño se razona con cañones que reprimen
Traicioneros, envidiosos, embusteros, mentirosos,
Insensatos
Que no ven más realidad que la de sus datos
No se creen su mentira por mas que se la plantean
Alardean, el orgullo los arrastrara a la hoguera
En el fondo lo saben pero no quieren creerlo
Como el tema OVNI, primero tienen que verlo
Me han acusado de brujo y que de la confianza abuso
Cuando me han robado, y dedicado tabacos incluso
Dicen que son paranoias lo que pa' mi son fobias
Y hasta tontas las acciones que han orquestado en mi contra
Espionajes, chantajes, difamaciones, visajes
Pero me hago el loco para vacilarme sus disfraces
Pocos los que son serios y los que tienen criterio
Y los que van... con la conciencia limpia al cementerio
Se también quienes son falsos pero igual les doy la mano
Porque aunque me digan hippie
En el fondo todos somos hermanos
He buscado en libros y en el extranjero alguna cura
Poniendo en peligro incluso hasta mi propia cordura
Para decir algo noble
Para mujeres y hombres
Para ricos, para pobres, habitantes de este orbe
He visto el abismo enorme de la matriz multiforme
Que te absorbe y no conforme las esperanzas te rompe
A la par he vuelto al barrio, he padecido lo precario
Porque si no sufro como todos no podre cantarlo
Me han ofrecido, mil pieles y mil joyas y mil mieles
Y les duele que soy fiel a mis principios y mujeres
Mujeres que me inspiran a cantarles cantaletas con siluetas...
Que me hacen suspirar como cometas
(Hoy)
Polvo somos y el polvo nos convertiremos
(Epa)
En la calle nos vemos
Caras vemos corazones no sabemos
Todo cambia pero al menos tu llevas volantes y frenos
(No)
Polvo somos y el polvo nos convertiremos
(Epa)
En la calle nos vemos
Caras vemos corazones no sabemos
Todo cambia pero al menos tú llevas volantes y frenos
Así es como yo la dreno con la musa estreno
Saboreo mis estrenos pa' no abusar de lo bueno
Me temo que sueno pleno y algunos conciertos lleno
Por eso me tienen puesto el ojo en el lapicero
Bolígrafos, micrófonos, audífonos, tinteros
Pendiente con los párrafos que escribe canserbero
No les parece patético que les moleste tanto
Un raperito decrepito, raquítico, excéntrico
No sea tan entre pito, tampoco tan estúpidos, evite los estrépitos,
Dándosela de intrépidos
Los dioses no dan créditos al que gana sin meritos
Los dioses no dan créditos al que gana sin meritos
Polvo somos y el polvo nos convertiremos
(Epa)
En la calle nos vemos
Caras vemos corazones no sabemos
Todo cambia pero al menos tu llevas volantes y frenos
(No)
Caras vemos corazones no sabemos
(Epa)
En la calle nos vemos
Polvo somos y el polvo nos convertiremos
Todo cambia pero tu llevas volantes y frenos
Al menos no...
Al menos no...
Oh...
Can Can en el mic...

The Way We See

I beg you, don't be scared if you don't recognize me,
If my expression is different,
Or if my voice varies.
I'm not possessed, nor am I crazy, nor do I hear voices...
Judge me by my speech, which doesn't ramble.
Don't worry about the marijuana I've smoked,
Nor the nights spent awake reading poetry.
Worry about your own flaws, which are no less bad,
And when you want, we can compare our bookshelves.
I've been accused of being a Nazi, a racist,
A Christian, a Buddhist,
A murderer, a madman, a traitor,
Even an artist...
An alien and a terrorist,
The devil's messiah,
A carrier of love or microbes,
Satanic, a pedophile, homophobic, a pain,
And I listened to them without saying enough.
But what is obvious to me is not to others,
And vice versa, that's why I consider it necessary,
Just as I endure their arguments with a smile,
I remind you that now you cannot dismiss these.
I accuse you of being fools, all full of complexes,
Impressionable, blind, dominated by your egos,
Selfish, masochistic, egotistical, inflexible,
Fanatics, parasites, thieves, corruptible.
You can't even handle four truths, tell me,
How the hell do you reason with cannons that repress?
Treacherous, envious, liars, deceitful,
Foolish,
Seeing no reality beyond their own data.
They don't believe their own lies, no matter how much they try to convince themselves,
They boast, their pride will drag them to the fire.
Deep down they know it, but they don't want to believe it,
Like the UFO subject, they have to see it first.
They've accused me of being a witch and abusing trust,
When they've stolen from me, and even dedicated tobacco to me.
They say what are paranoias for me are phobias,
And even silly actions they've orchestrated against me,
Spying, blackmail, defamation, mirages,
But I play the fool to laugh at their disguises.
Few are those who are serious and have criteria,
And those who go... with a clean conscience to the cemetery.
I also know who is fake, but I still shake their hand,
Because even if they call me a hippie,
Deep down, we are all brothers and sisters.
I've searched in books and abroad for a cure,
Even putting my own sanity at risk,
To say something noble,
For women and men,
For the rich, for the poor, inhabitants of this world.
I've seen the enormous abyss of the multiform matrix,
That absorbs you and breaks your hopes without satisfaction.
At the same time, I've returned to the neighborhood, I've suffered the precarious,
Because if I don't suffer like everyone else, I won't be able to sing about it.
They've offered me a thousand skins, a thousand jewels, and a thousand honeys,
And it hurts them that I'm faithful to my principles and women.
Women who inspire me to sing them serenades with silhouettes...
That make me sigh like comets.
(Today)
We are dust and to dust we shall return.
(Hey)
We'll see each other on the street,
We see faces, we don't know hearts.
Everything changes, but at least you have a steering wheel and brakes.
(No)
We are dust and to dust we shall return.
(Hey)
We'll see each other on the street,
We see faces, we don't know hearts.
Everything changes, but at least you have a steering wheel and brakes.
This is how I drain it with the muse's premiere,
I savor my premieres so as not to abuse the good.
I fear I sound full and some concerts are packed,
That's why they have their eye on my pen.
Pens, microphones, headphones, inkwells,
Watch out for the paragraphs that Canserbero writes.
Don't you find it pathetic that they are so bothered
By a decrepit, skinny, eccentric rapper?
Don't be so foolish, nor so stupid, avoid the uproar,
Acting all fearless.
The gods don't give credit to those who win without merit.
The gods don't give credit to those who win without merit.
We are dust and to dust we shall return.
(Hey)
We'll see each other on the street,
We see faces, we don't know hearts.
Everything changes, but at least you have a steering wheel and brakes.
(No)
We see faces, we don't know hearts.
(Hey)
We'll see each other on the street,
We are dust and to dust we shall return.
Everything changes, but you have a steering wheel and brakes.
At least not...
At least not...
Oh...
Can Can on the mic...