Plan B - Falsalarma traduction en anglais

Plan B

[Scratches]
Tengo un plan inflalible que junto a mi hermanos tramo,
El plan es rap sin mas,
Metricas perfectas,
R.A.P,
Escucha esto es Falsalarma, nen ...

[El Santo]
Para empezar os pienso dar por culo hasta que muera,
Ponle un bozal a este animal si no quieres que el micro muerda
Atadme los tobillos y las muñecas con cuerda,
Porque hoy traigo ese rap para que todos griten,¡mierda!,
Probablemente ni recuerda lo que te aportamos,
Solo apostamos dibujaros este mundo a mano,
Que a cambio, solo el calor que siempre muestra el publico,
Alterado, y dotado, de ese caluroso aclamo con clamor,
No es el amor por ser amo,
No, solo reclamo un tramo iluminado,
Porque no funciona mi dinamo,
Ya he terminado acostumbrado a los palos,
Mientras los buenos no hagan nado siempre ganaran los malos,
Esta claro, hoy de lejos os calo, no paro,
Mi rima ilumina cual faro,
En este pequeño gran niño raro,
Lo tengo claro, este año sudor derramo,
Por un plan infalible que junto a mis hermanos tramo,
Si estamos preparados nos lanzamos de cuello,
Para decir que España no va bien, o a criticar el sello,
Me la suda el yeyo,
Por si alguno creyo,
Que dependo de ello,
El plan es rap sin mas, si como mucho monto un sello,
El caso es que por ahi se habla de todo,
Falsalarma peta foros,
Hoy presentes solos conquistar el globo,
Rap en loros,
Por lo cual mejoro,
Y resurjo del lodo,
Y encantado en cada bolo,
Sin mas, por estar con vosotros,
¿All stars?, no nosotros,
Por estar, en la foto,
Por firmar autografos no tengo el culo roto,
Solo que soy devoto,
Del rap y me ciego,
Y aunque a veces no me llege el riego,
Sin ir ciego voy como una moto.

[Estribillo]
Piensa,
Que tengo un plan infalible que a todos "tienta",
Dejad tu mente volar siempre a rienda "suelta",
Y cuando quieras darte cuenta,
Ya no habra marcha atras, cuando este Plan B, se presenta (x2)

[El Titó]

Mi problema no eres tu, sino yo,
Mi mente es un residuo toxico,
Mas toda la nicotina en cada pulmon,
De vez en cuando me asfixio, odio esta adiccion,
Ultimamente se me esta quedando la cara de los Rolling Stones,
Menos mal que bebo poco, por no decir nada,
Al menos me salva, el cuerpo y alma quedando me en casa,
No conozco mi tope, licores no probé,
¿Necesito beber para reirme?, no, y mucho menos si estoy con el Prome,
Mejorate, rapeo en base de Accion Sanchez, aka Ac Sleiter,
A mi llamarme Toper Harrier,
Me va bien, no se me queda la cara de homo sapiens,
Tu boca huele a pies,
Al santi le mola Cypress,
Y es que, no me quito del tabaco,
Cada vez tengo mas tos, y mas voz de basto,
Harto, paso ya de to,
Cada mañana peor,
Debo tener cada pulmon moho,
Fumo por dos,
Hincho con humo los globos,
No llego a cuidar la salud, es comun,
Como polis americanos con donuts, escucha mi album,
Mi aprendizaje vino de los Vestus,
Mi estatus ya lo ves tu,
Voy royo M.A Barracus,
Voy hacia la luz, contento,
Tengo madera como Pinocho y la creatividad de Geppeto,
Tengo to expectos frenos,
Botella de nitrogeno para el aceleron perfecto,
Lo siento voy a tu encuentro,
"Oiga señor quitese del medio",
Si no quereis hablar,
Mejor pintar,
Hoy veo mas tags, con fatcaps,
Que armas en Mad Max,
Batmans en chandals,
Bambas manchas o chanclas,
Si tachas, te tacharan con mas tags

[Estribillo]
Piensa,
Que tengo un plan infalible que a todos "tienta",
Dejad tu mente volar siempre a rienda "suelta",
Y cuando quieras darte cuenta,
Ya no habra marcha atras, cuando este Plan B, se presenta (x2)

[Scratches]

Plan B

[Scratches]
I've got a foolproof plan that I'm hatching with my brothers,
The plan is simply rap,
Perfect metrics,
R.A.P,
Listen to this, it's Falsalarma, kid...

[El Santo]
To start, I plan to piss you off until I die,
Put a muzzle on this animal if you don't want the mic to bite,
Tie my ankles and wrists with rope,
Because today I bring that rap that makes everyone scream, "Damn!",
You probably don't even remember what we bring,
We just bet on drawing this world by hand,
In return, just the warmth that the audience always shows,
Altered, and gifted, with that warm acclaim with clamor,
It's not the love of being a master,
No, I just claim an illuminated stretch,
Because my dynamo doesn't work,
I'm already used to the beatings,
As long as the good guys don't swim, the bad guys will always win,
It's clear, today I can see you from afar, I don't stop,
My rhyme illuminates like a lighthouse,
In this strange little big boy,
I'm clear about it, this year I sweat,
For a foolproof plan that I'm hatching with my brothers,
If we are prepared, we jump in headfirst,
To say that Spain is not doing well, or to criticize the label,
I don't care about the yeyo,
In case anyone believed,
That I depend on it,
The plan is simply rap, if I eat a lot I'll start a label,
The fact is that everything is talked about out there,
Falsalarma bursts forums,
Today, present alone to conquer the globe,
Rap in parrots,
For which I improve,
And I rise from the mud,
And delighted at every gig,
Simply, for being with you,
All stars? Not us,
For being in the photo,
For signing autographs I don't have a broken ass,
I'm just devoted,
To rap and I'm blind,
And although sometimes the irrigation doesn't reach me,
Without going blind I go like a motorcycle.

[Chorus]
Think,
That I have a foolproof plan that "tempts" everyone,
Let your mind always fly "free",
And when you want to realize,
There will be no turning back, when this Plan B, is presented (x2)

[El Titó]

My problem is not you, but me,
My mind is a toxic waste,
Plus all the nicotine in each lung,
Sometimes I choke, I hate this addiction,
Lately my face is looking like the Rolling Stones,
Thank goodness I drink little, to say the least,
At least it saves me, body and soul staying at home,
I don't know my limit, I haven't tried liquors,
Do I need to drink to laugh? No, and much less if I'm with Prome,
Get better, I rap based on Accion Sanchez, aka Ac Sleiter,
Call me Toper Harrier,
I'm doing well, my face doesn't look like a homo sapiens,
Your mouth smells like feet,
Santi likes Cypress,
And the thing is, I can't quit smoking,
Every time I have more cough, and more rough voice,
Fed up, I'm over everything,
Every morning worse,
I must have mold in each lung,
I smoke for two,
I inflate the balloons with smoke,
I can't take care of my health, it's common,
Like American cops with donuts, listen to my album,
My learning came from the Vestus,
You see my status,
I'm going M.A Barracus style,
I'm going towards the light, happy,
I have wood like Pinocchio and the creativity of Geppetto,
I have all the expected brakes,
Nitrogen bottle for the perfect acceleration,
I'm sorry I'm going to meet you,
"Hey sir get out of the way",
If you don't want to talk,
Better to paint,
Today I see more tags, with fatcaps,
Than weapons in Mad Max,
Batmans in tracksuits,
Stained sneakers or flip flops,
If you cross out, they will cross you out with more tags

[Chorus]
Think,
That I have a foolproof plan that "tempts" everyone,
Let your mind always fly "free",
And when you want to realize,
There will be no turning back, when this Plan B, is presented (x2)

[Scratches]