Paroles et traduction Elio Toffana feat. Dano - Más Allá del Fin

Más Allá del Fin

Esculpido en el aire... trata de esnifarme.
Cultura de calle más el valor del arte.
Basura y "Don Nadies", usura, judíos
disfrazados de frailes... un burka y sus bailes.
Bifurca habitantes por culpa de instantes
que nunca captaste. Renuncia a esos lastres
que tú camuflaste, y anuncia tus frases...
Con furcias triunfaste, ¡vergüenza en tu mástil!
Tu rima tan fácil... la mía no entienden pero
revive a tu mártir con joyas de marfil.
Más allá del fin, mensaje a los muertos
sin pantalla táctil... Esfuerzos en cuerpos
flotando en el Támesis... Pregunta a Spike
Lee si quería su pan así... Me rondan las
moscas que dibujaba Dalí... Mi Carmina
Burana es la heroína en Madrid, ¿a que sí?
Yo te plasmo mi imagen, te toca redefinir.
C'est fini, c'est fini, túmbate junto a mí.
Con un falso homenaje a un político recibí...
C'est fini, c'est fini, pobrecito de ti...
Todo el puto dominó cayó al tumbar la pieza.
La ignorancia arrebató los éxitos a mi nobleza
y yo me puse a rezar... Acqua Toffana,
veneno espiritual, no faltará en el altar.
Camina tenso, el ambiente no es tranquilo.
Sus ojos negros son piedras de zafiro.
Respira hondo y acepta el desafío.
Las manos en el North Face, ya no le afecta el frío y piensa
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Recuerdo a Josito Saif, que de pequeño me
enseñó a cargar un sub-fusil. Muchos no creerían
lo que vi... Sexo con la más sexy actriz,
brote psicótico en una tarde gris.
Soñé las rimas que después escribí,
recordando la pistola que dejé a los DDP.
Dispararon a mi hermano Dano, y en coma
el mérito de un médico lo salvó, no es broma...
¡Esto es así! ¿Te acuerdas lo que te iba a decir?
Es imposible, no me digas que sí... Abandoné a mi
gente por un final feliz, hubiera preferido
tener la Glock de Killer B. Y hacerlo
sencillo, apretar el gatillo y esperar a morir...
Te da el amarillo al pensar en tú y yo
es comenzar a sufrir. Una sonrisa
maligna, la dignidad de mentir.
Camina tenso, el ambiente no es tranquilo.
Sus ojos negros son piedras de zafiro.
Respira hondo y acepta el desafío.
Las manos en el North Face, ya no le afecta el frío y piensa
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Esto es así... ¿Te acuerdas lo que te iba a decir?

Beyond the End

Sculpted in the air... try to sniff me.
Street culture plus the value of art.
Trash and "Mr. Nobodies", usury, Jews
disguised as friars... a burqa and its dances.
It forks inhabitants because of moments
you never grasped. Renounce those burdens
you camouflaged, and announce your phrases...
With whores you triumphed, shame on your mast!
Your rhyme so easy... mine they don't understand but
it revives your martyr with ivory jewels.
Beyond the end, a message to the dead
without a touch screen... Efforts in bodies
floating in the Thames... Ask Spike
Lee if he wanted his bread like this... The flies
that Dalí drew are around me... My Carmina
Burana is the heroine in Madrid, isn't she?
I capture my image for you, it's your turn to redefine.
C'est fini, c'est fini, lie down next to me.
With a false tribute to a politician I received...
C'est fini, c'est fini, poor you...
The whole fucking domino fell when I knocked down the piece.
Ignorance snatched away the successes from my nobility
and I started to pray... Acqua Toffana,
spiritual poison, will not be missing on the altar.
He walks tense, the atmosphere is not calm.
His black eyes are sapphire stones.
He breathes deeply and accepts the challenge.
Hands in the North Face, the cold no longer affects him and he thinks
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
I remember Josito Saif, who as a child
taught me how to load a submachine gun. Many wouldn't believe
what I saw... Sex with the sexiest actress,
psychotic outbreak on a gray afternoon.
I dreamed the rhymes that I later wrote,
remembering the pistol I left with the DDP.
They shot my brother Dano, and in a coma
the merit of a doctor saved him, no joke...
This is how it is! Do you remember what I was going to tell you?
It's impossible, don't tell me yes... I abandoned my
people for a happy ending, I would have preferred
to have Killer B's Glock. And make it
simple, pull the trigger and wait to die...
The thought of you and me gives you the yellow
is to start suffering. An evil smile,
the dignity of lying.
He walks tense, the atmosphere is not calm.
His black eyes are sapphire stones.
He breathes deeply and accepts the challenge.
Hands in the North Face, the cold no longer affects him and he thinks
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
Kill, kill, kill...
Murda, murda, murda...
This is how it is... Do you remember what I was going to tell you?