Paroles et traduction El Chojin - Fan No, Amigo

Fan No, Amigo

Con el boligrafo que me quede cuando firme tu autografo,
Escribi este tema autobiografico,
Ya sabeis de mi,
Por que estuviste siempre ahi,
Al otro lado en silencio escuchando
Hoy quiero darte las gracias, por haberme dejado entrar en tu casa,
Sin pedir mas a cambio que en mi trabajo
Se vea el respeto que siento por ti,
Porque he crecido contigo, fan no, amigo
Estuve a punto de dejarlo muchas veces,
Porque te juro que duele, cuando ves en la tele
A tipos sin ningun talento que pueden vivir de esto
Mientras yo me dejo el pellejo y no gano un euro
Es duro pensar que quiza no hay futuro,
Para un poeta urbano, en un mundo con gran hermano,
Pero ayer tuve un concierto vi tu cara y recorde,
Porque me enganche a esto del boli y papel
Aun conservo fe, no de que llegare a vender,
Pero si de que algun dia el hip hop nos dara una alegria
A ti y a mi por que se que buscamos lo mismo
A ti y a mi, fan no, amigo
Si no hay tu no hay yo, tenlo presente siempre, representamos a la misma gente
Si no hay tu no hay yo, tenlo presente siempre, estamos juntos en el mismo barco
Si no hay tu no hay yo, tenlo presente siempre, representamos a la misma gente
Si no hay tu no hay yo, tenlo presente siempre... eh

Años cargando platos del garito al coche alquilado
Sin saber si alguien vendra a ver al chojin
Grandes alegrias, grandes chascos,
Poco dinero, demasiados gastos
Buscar caminos no significa encontrarlos,
Porque amigo, te aseguro que yo he buscado
Y si es verdad que soy el mas famoso del portal,
Pero se que ninguno de ellos escucho nunca mi rap

Febrero, 2003, otra vez, boli y papel,
Corto el trayecta en estas lineas extra
Lo proximo que me oigas sera en una maqueta,
Quieres jugar ahi abajo, dabuti pues habra guerra
Underground? mc veo que no aprendes nunca,
Muerde la almohada mientras yo susurro en tu nuca
Shh, bonito, disfrutad con lo que he escrito,
Di demasiado fuerte el cachete en tu culito
No soy buena persona, no me conoces,
Me tocas las narices te atropello con mi coche
Si mezclas lo personal con lo profesional,
Lo que va pasar sera, que me olvidare del rap
Bajare abajo, te buscare en tu barrio,
Y delante de tu peña de malos, te hinchare a palos
Fan no, amigo, critico no, enemigo
Habla de mi estilo, pero no de como vivo
Tu estas jugando a esto, yo no,
Yo no practico tu estilo, yo practico chojin-hop
Me hecho un pisito aqui en la estratosfera,
No me alcanzas ni dando saltos fuera.

Not a Fan, a Friend

With the pen I had left after signing your autograph,
I wrote this autobiographical song,
You know about me,
Because you were always there,
On the other side, silently listening
Today I want to thank you, for letting me into your home,
Without asking for more in return than for my work
To show the respect I feel for you,
Because I have grown with you, not a fan, a friend
I was on the verge of quitting many times,
Because I swear it hurts, when you see on TV
Guys without any talent who can make a living from this
While I work my ass off and don't earn a euro
It's hard to think that maybe there's no future,
For an urban poet, in a world with Big Brother,
But yesterday I had a concert, I saw your face and remembered,
Why I got hooked on this pen and paper thing
I still have faith, not that I'll get to sell,
But that one day hip hop will bring us joy
To you and me because I know we're looking for the same thing
To you and me, not a fan, a friend
If there's no you, there's no me, always remember that, we represent the same people
If there's no you, there's no me, always remember that, we're together in the same boat
If there's no you, there's no me, always remember that, we represent the same people
If there's no you, there's no me, always remember that... eh

Years carrying plates from the bar to the rented car
Not knowing if anyone will come to see El Chojin
Great joys, great disappointments,
Little money, too many expenses
Looking for ways doesn't mean finding them,
Because friend, I assure you that I have searched
And yes, it's true that I'm the most famous one in the building,
But I know that none of them ever listen to my rap

February, 2003, again, pen and paper,
I cut the journey short in these extra lines
The next thing you hear from me will be on a demo tape,
You want to play down there, well then there will be war
Underground? MC I see you never learn,
Bite the pillow while I whisper in your neck
Shh, beautiful, enjoy what I've written,
The slap on your little ass was too loud
I'm not a good person, you don't know me,
You piss me off, I'll run you over with my car
If you mix the personal with the professional,
What will happen is, I'll forget about rap
I'll come down there, I'll look for you in your neighborhood,
And in front of your bad boy crew, I'll beat the crap out of you
Not a fan, a friend, not a critic, an enemy
Talk about my style, but not about how I live
You're playing at this, I'm not,
I don't practice your style, I practice Chojin-hop
I've made myself a little flat here in the stratosphere,
You can't reach me even by jumping out there.