Paroles et traduction Hordatoj - No Sé

No Sé

En el futuro del ayer mi sombra... yo escapando
Dando pasos largos... nada avanzando, naufragando
Pecamos amando... odiamos pecar
Para cuando se pierde el encanto
Dios no tenia un plan...
Desps lloramos hoi disfrutamos reirnos
En un contexto distinto, en esencia son los mismos
En el mismo agujero opciones sin pero
Gente besando culos por su pasaje al cielo
Asi mc's no distinguen autoestima de ego
Asi me acostumbre a recibir flores por lo qe asi
Cuerpos sin vida vi aunqe hicieron el intento
Un nadie haciendo nada es mas qe un alguien destruyendo
Pavimientos charcos de agua solo sigue caminando
Aunqe los autos pase i no se esten mojando
Pierdete en el asfalto si qeres cambiar algo
Deja tu curriculum... te estamos llamando

No se si es necesario acostumbrarse luego olvidarlo
Cuando aceptas ir entre tantos, aprender o caer caminando

Ya nada es gratis todo debe tener merito
Por eso nadie en chile qere darme credito
Trecho qe conocidos destruyeron
Lo dejo entre la amistad, lealtad y traicioneros
No confies en nadie mas qe en ti
Descendientes de judas, los profetas del mic
Antes del number uno, estaba el cero
Antes de ser real, era posero
Antes de taguear la micro, rayaba el paradero
Fueron mushisimos menos los precisos
Palomos nos qedamos caminando bajo el piso
Si aviso en el futuro del ayer
Mc's al hueso como el cogoyo al pape

I Don't Know

In yesterday's future, my shadow... I'm escaping
Taking giant steps... making no headway, shipwrecked
We sin by loving... we hate to sin
The charm is lost when
God had no plan...
Tomorrow we will cry, today we enjoy laughing
In a different context, they're the same in essence
In the same hole, options without a choice
People kissing ass for their ticket to heaven
That's how MCs can't tell self-esteem from ego
That's how I got used to receiving flowers for being that way
I've seen lifeless bodies even though they tried
A nobody doing nothing is more than someone destroying
Pavements, puddles of water, just keep walking
Even though cars pass and they don't get wet
Get lost in the asphalt if you want to change something
Leave your resume... we're calling you

I don't know if it's necessary to get used to it and then forget it
When you accept to go among many, to learn or to fall while walking

Nothing is free anymore, everything must have merit
That's why nobody in Chile wants to give me credit
A stretch that acquaintances destroyed
I leave it between friendship, loyalty, and traitors
Don't trust anyone but yourself
Descendants of Judas, the prophets of the mic
Before the number one, there was zero
Before being real, I was a poser
Before tagging the bus, I was scratching the bus stop
There were many more than the ones you need
We remained as pigeons walking under the floor
If I warn you in yesterday's future
MCs to the bone like the paper cord to the blunt