Paroles et traduction Falsalarma - Nada cambia (remix)

Nada cambia (remix)

[El Santo]
Estás perdido dando vueltas cual veleta...
Y al tirar de Beta, no disfrazarás jamás tu rap con etiqueta...
Santo inyecta, a la peña que va de lista detecta,
Porque su trayectoria como grupo siempre se tuerce y no va recta...
Es ese virus que a la gran mayoria infecta...
Detesta a los que tachan hasta con unidad de secta,
Y sin ser profeta en mi tierra ya tengo claras mis metas,
Solo es dejar un tiempo a la paleta, y reta el directo que peta...
[Titó]
2004 sin cambios,
Estadísticas identicas son espasmos para sabios crea desanimos...
Dimos el primer paso y empezasteis a andar,
Otros gateaban cansinos entre la muchedumbre y sus aplausos,
Adultos en párbulo, cultos narcos que aparto yo,
Coz tras coz con mi voz en audio, el patio amplío...
Con un salario agrio, falsalarma partió
Escenarios y ritmos varios, lo vio to dios...
Cardíacos! y sin ir de listos,
La misiva ha conseguío vender 7000 discos y pico invictos solitos...
Con un trabajo distinto a lo establecido,
Y no idéntico a lo ya escrito, os vigilo...
Grupos suenan bien,
Pero quien tiene su propio estilo fiel a sus principios,
Para que no les encasillen con alguien, envidien!...
Pocos hay que se diferencien al 100%,
Pocos lo consiguen, otros finguen, son idem,
Busca tu carisma...
Antes de criticar a un artista investiga
Quien envidia y quien es la victima,
Asi sin mas ideas de momia...
Da igual tu talismán, tu pocima, ten fobia, te odian discordia,
Emigra a escocia...
Asocia lineas increibles de mc's que aun viven,
Aunque ya no editen singles,
De los que fuimos todos aprendices, inclusive nosotros,
Con otros fines cortos para los que olviden pronto los matices...
Nada cambia,

Si no teneis de la raiz la sabia,
En babia quedaréis, sufriréis malaria,
Aqui no salvarán trucos de magia,
Vuestra desgracia en el fondo nos sacia (x2)
[El Santo]
Te veo lento... lento... lento...
Te veo lento despues de no se cuantos intentos...
Se que sabes que no vales aunque lo llevas por dentro...
Donde esta tu tecnica, tu metrica, tu tactica fantastica,
La gente con tu rap se queda estática...
La fama es esporadica,
Solo los fanaticos sin personalidad daran tu partida por válida,
En esta calidad, realidad, anaridad, que vivo,
Busco la cantidad y calidad en lo que escribo...
Vine a apostarmelo todo en este casino,
Y se que deprimo cuando os planto en vuestra cara este pepino,
Este pavo se arremanga y avanza,
Mientras la peña se apalanca
Andaban a trancas y a barrancas, y se estancan!
Dime cuántos apostaron por nosotros un duro,
Y hoy se rifan a este grupo y en su rap en un futuro,
Nuevos metodos modulo,
Mientras os centrais en cualquier bulo, lo calculo,
Por eso eterna juventud lo titulo...
En el micrófono mas fluidez gesticulo...
En la tarima rigidez para evitar a la vez el caer de culo...
Salgo afuera a dar un rulo, y al ver que nada cambia,
En una decada dedicada en esta meca me da por culo...
Lo juro trazo un nuevo plan y lo estructuro,
Me siento mas duro, mas maduro, mas seguro, os lo aseguro...
Quizás está por venir, un porvenir oscuro,
Demasiado tiempo en esto y nada cambia...
Os lo aseguro.
Nada cambia,
Si no teneis de la raiz la sabia,
En babia quedaréis, sufriréis malaria,
Aqui no salvarán trucos de magia,
Vuestra desgracia en el fondo nos sacia (x2)

Nothing Changes (remix)

[El Santo]
You're lost, spinning like a weather vane...
Pulling on Beta, you'll never disguise your rap with a label...
Santo injects, the people who act smart, he detects,
Because their trajectory as a group always twists and doesn't go straight...
It's that virus that infects the vast majority...
He detests those who label even with a unit of sect,
And without being a prophet in my land, I already have my goals clear,
It's just leaving the palette for a while, and challenge the live show that bursts...
[Titó]
2004 without changes,
Identical statistics are spasms for wise men, create discouragement...
We took the first step and you started walking,
Others crawled tiredly among the crowd and their applause,
Adults in kindergarten, cultured narcos that I set aside,
Verse after verse with my voice in audio, I expand the patio...
With a sour salary, Falsalarma departed
Stages and various rhythms, everyone saw it...
Cardiacs! and without being smart,
The letter has managed to sell 7000 records and some undefeated alone...
With a different work than the established,
And not identical to what has already been written, I watch you...
Groups sound good,
But who has their own style true to their principles,
So that they are not pigeonholed with someone, envy!...
There are few that differ 100%,
Few achieve it, others pretend, they are the same,
Find your charisma...
Before criticizing an artist, investigate
Who envies and who is the victim,
Just like that, without mummy ideas...
It doesn't matter your talisman, your potion, have phobia, they hate you discord,
Emigrate to Scotland...
Associate incredible lines of MCs who still live,
Although they no longer edit singles,
From whom we were all apprentices, including us,
With other short purposes for those who soon forget the nuances...
Nothing changes,

If you don't have the wisdom of the root,
You will be left in babia, you will suffer malaria,
Magic tricks will not save you here,
Your misfortune deep down satisfies us (x2)
[El Santo]
I see you slow... slow... slow...
I see you slow after I don't know how many attempts...
I know you know you're not worth it even though you carry it inside...
Where is your technique, your metric, your fantastic tactic,
People with your rap remain static...
Fame is sporadic,
Only fanatics without personality will consider your game valid,
In this quality, reality, anarchy, that I live,
I look for quantity and quality in what I write...
I came to bet it all in this casino,
And I know I depress when I plant this cucumber in your face,
This turkey rolls up his sleeves and advances,
While the crowd sits back
They walked in fits and starts, and they get stuck!
Tell me how many bet a penny on us,
And today they raffle this group and its rap in the future,
New module methods,
While you focus on any rumor, I calculate it,
That's why I call it eternal youth...
In the microphone I gesticulate more fluidity...
Stiffness on the stage to avoid falling on my ass...
I go outside to give a roll, and seeing that nothing changes,
In a decade dedicated to this mecca, it pisses me off...
I swear I draw a new plan and structure it,
I feel harder, more mature, more secure, I assure you...
Perhaps a dark future is yet to come,
Too much time in this and nothing changes...
I assure you.
Nothing changes,
If you don't have the wisdom of the root,
You will be left in babia, you will suffer malaria,
Magic tricks will not save you here,
Your misfortune deep down satisfies us (x2)