Paroles et traduction Crack Family - Castillos de Papel

Castillos de Papel

Pobre chinche le toco violenta escuela
Crecer en hoteles con las ratas que daban riendas
Un travesti es el que lo manda a la escuela
Su mama lo ama pero esta enferma en la lleca
Entre los humos de la olleta
Sangran cuchillos se aprietan gatillos
En la loquera de la calle y sus gonorreas
Y pa unos pisos firmes ni horrendas chaquetas

Si la virgen se aparece
Le mando a mi ñero

Vida brusca no se compadece del güero
Otro niño que en rabia transformo sus miedos
Asesino pero con pensamientos bellos
Armas brillan mas que los luceros del cielo
Hacerle bien a quien si a uno lo matan por un peso
Sentirse bien con quien se muero solo mi perro
Y aun que no quiera como sea hay que buscar dinero

Castillos? Creciendo con los días
De papel? Se los llevan las brisas
El guaipe? Un juego duro y cruel
Ajedres? No lo puedo perder
El sillón? A not gain no play
De el rey? The king stone mad men
Encierros? School lets mi friend
Del guaipe?

Mi nobleza empezamos a salir a robar a cada mañana
Con el socio que también le encanta la plata
Tras las monedas con el metal suicida
Taponie un pirobo que me la debía
Y le compre una granada por si no creía
Me pire del barrio por que me buscaba
Su familia era el o yo pero alguno moriría

Y pa que llore mi madr
Que sufra la suya
Ya e sentido el infierno con toda su furia
Camine entre la mierda en noches que asustan
Le sonreí a la vida aunque fue una hp
Ratas astutas
(Quietos)

Todo sea por sumas lucas
Recluta de bandas criminales entre muchas
Otro vivo entre muertos y amistades absurdas
Que se regalan y beben mas que prostitutas

Castillos? Creciendo con los días
De papel? Se los llevan las brisas
El guaipe? Un juego duro y cruel
Ajedres? No lo puedo perder
El sillón?

Dispuesto a la parca la suerte me olvida
No quiso arreglar mi libertad ese dia
Me cai en chuspa por ese asesinato
Me mande por los tejados pero me atraparon
Ya pasaron años y no me han condenan
Solo mi dios sabe lo que estoy pasado
Nunca olvidare aquella noche de tragos
Pistola hp no lo hubieras matado

Guerra sucia y fría pero voy por la mia
Cualquier dia se extingue y evapora la vida
Todo es prestado y al fin nadie se lleva ni chimba
Iluciones se pierden sueños agonizan desde hacer
Jaulas arpías muchos dicen cosas lindas
Y si las calles hablaran que creen ud que dirían miles
Mueren en la fila y otros en canas
Por días, meses y años millones de manzanas podridas

El sillón? Another day no play
De el rey? The king stone my men
Encierros? School lets mi friend
Del guaipe?

Paper Castles

Poor bug, he got into a violent school
Growing up in hotels with the rats that gave reins
A transvestite is the one who sends him to school
His mother loves him but she's sick in the hospital
Among the fumes of the soup pot
Knives bleed, triggers are pulled
In the madness of the street and its gonorrhea
And for some houses that are firm, not horrible jackets

If the virgin appears
I'll send her to my brother

A raucous life takes no pity on the innocent
Another child who out of rage transforms his fears
A murderer but with beautiful thoughts
Weapons shine even brighter than the stars in the sky
To benefit the one who has been killed for a peso
To feel good about the one who dies alone, my dog
And even though I don't want to, I have to find money, somehow or other

Castles? Growing up with the days
From paper? They're taken by the breeze
The guaipe? A hard and cruel game
Chess? I can't lose it
The couch? No gain no play
Of the king? The king stone mad men
Confinements? School lets my friend
Of the guaipe?

My nobility started going out to rob every morning
With my partner who also loves money
After the coins with the suicidal metal
I blocked up a pigeon that owed me
And I bought him a grenade in case he didn't believe me
I left the neighborhood because he was looking for me
His family was him or me, but one of us would die

And for my mother to cry
May his suffer
I've felt hell with all its fury
I walked through the shit on nights that scare
I smiled at life even though it was a bitch
Clever rats
(Quiet)

Everything is for sums of money
Recruit of criminal gangs among many
Another alive among the dead and absurd friendships
That get wasted and drink more than prostitutes

Castles? Growing up with the days
From paper? They're taken by the breeze
The guaipe? A hard and cruel game
Chess? I can't lose it
The couch?

Ready for the grim reaper, luck forgets me
He didn't want to fix my freedom that day
I snuck in through the trapdoor for the murder
I went out onto the rooftops, but they caught me
Years have gone by and they haven't convicted me
Only my God knows what I've been going through
I'll never forget that night of drinking
Bitch gun, you shouldn't have killed him

A dirty and cold war, but I'm going for mine
Any day it goes out and evaporates, life
Everything is borrowed and in the end no one takes anything, not even a dime
Illusions are lost, dreams have been dying since before
Cages, harpies, many say nice things
And if the streets could talk, what do you think they'd say, thousands?
They die in line and others in jail
For days, months, and years, millions of rotten apples

The couch? Another day no play
Of the king? The king stone my men
Confinements? School lets my friend
Of the guaipe?