Paroles et traduction isusko feat. Sbrv - Ver Oir y Callar

Ver Oir y Callar

No nosotros nos sentamos en el estudio, Mikel y yo cogemos un papel y un boli y dejamos que todo fluya
Esto es lo que sale de nuestro corazón de nuestra alma, no sé, es nuestra música...
Y si pensaban que íbamos a callar, creo que no
Y si pensaban que no iban a oírme,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no lo iban a ver,
Toda la peña dice: yeah, yeah, yeah!
Y si pensaban que íbamos a callar,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no iban a oírme,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no lo iban a ver,
Toda la peña dice: yeeeeeeeeoh!
No hay un garito en Pamplona del que no me hayan echado,
Perdí la virginidad con 15 y aun no la he encontrado,
Por favor llévame a casa si me ves por ahí tirado,
Agarrado a cualquier barra, dando pena, semi sudado.
No hay nada que admirar aquí, rimar es el trabajo,
Veo la industria y me dan ganas de mandar todo al carajo,
Bendicen y maldicen a la madre que me trajo,
La meta es el principio, la cima el lugar más bajo.
Y he asumido que yo también soy un esclavo del sistema,
Pero este disco hace que pesen mucho menos mis cadenas,
Y hacen que no me olvide de cuando fui un niño y soñaba en, crear estructuras imposibles como Calatrava.
Y mírame, pateándole el culo a babosos,
Un simple electricista del barrio haciéndose famoso,
Y eso les jode, les duele pensar, que pudieron ser ellos los que estén en mi lugar.
Estás ante un cabrón que ha tocado en tres de cinco continentes,
Estuve drogado de los 15 hasta los 20,
Pobre en los bolsillos, millonario en la mente,
Un poeta urbano hablando de lo que hay en frente.
Y no disparo por mi patria, no beso tu bandera,
Me la suda lo que piense de mi cualquier facha ahí afuera,
Siempre mirando hacia arriba, trepando como una hiedra, vivo tropezándome, yo he elegido al camino de piedras.
Y si pensaban que íbamos a callar,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no iban a oírme,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no lo iban a ver,
Toda la peña dice: yeah, yeah, yeah!
Y si pensaban que íbamos a callar,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no iban a oírme,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no lo iban a ver,
Toda la peña dice: yeeeeeeeeoh!
Y vine al mundo en vuelo clase obrera y sin corona,
Podría ser cualquiera parte del mundo y fue en Pamplona,
El tercero de 4, de familia corriente,
Del sudor de la frente,
Así es como se gestiona.
Mas nunca me falto un plato de comer en la mesa,
Ni un libro que estudiar del que saber si me interesa,
Me fui comprometiendo con la realidad que impacta,
Y en la música y la calle, siempre fui un autodidacta.
Y casi sin mirar me despedí del instituto,
Culpa de mi ignorancia, no valoré cada minuto,
Frases recorren mi cuerpo como si fuese un tatoo,
Dicen el camino es largo pero lo haces solo tu.
Y si juntas la inquietud con la llama que se aviva,
Da gracias de mi esfuerzo con las manos hacia arriba,
Grabando desde casa, allí en la milagrosa,
Con un micro de calidad muy escasa pues no había para otra cosa.
Y hasta aquí me trajo, y trajo paz y momentos de caos,
Me trajo a ti que estas oyéndome y trajo a Pekaos,
Y a todo aquel que hizo por mi y nunca vi su cara, a mi familia, mis amigos, a Ainara.
Y media vida ligada a la Txan,
Es por luchar, es por ganarse el pan, y para comer hay que trazarse un plan
Por A o B pero en cierta parte me has visto crecer,
Al fin y al cabo sigo haciendo lo mismo que ayer.
Y si pensaban que íbamos a callar,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no iban a oírme,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no lo iban a ver,
Toda la peña dice: yeah, yeah, yeah!
Y si pensaban que íbamos a callar,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no iban a oírme,
Creo que no
Y si pensaban que no lo iban a ver,
Toda la peña dice: yeeeeeeeeoh!
Ver, oir, callar!
Ver, oir, callar!
Ver, oir, callar!
Ver, oir, callar!

See, Hear and Be Silent

We're not just sitting in the studio, Mikel and I grab a pen and paper and let everything flow.
This is what comes from our hearts and souls. It’s our music...
And if they thought we were going to be silent, I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to hear me,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to see me,
The whole crowd says: yeah, yeah, yeah!
And if they thought we were going to be silent,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to hear me,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to see me,
The whole crowd says: yeeeeeeeeoh!
There isn't a single club in Pamplona that hasn't kicked me out.
I lost my virginity at 15 and still haven't found it.
Please take me home if you see me lying around.
Clinging to any bar, looking pathetic, half-sweating.
There's nothing to admire here, rhyming is the job.
I see the industry and I feel like sending it all to hell.
They bless and curse the mother who bore me.
The goal is the beginning, the summit is the lowest place.
And I've assumed that I too am a slave to the system,
But this record makes my chains feel much lighter,
And reminds me of when I was a child and dreamt of creating impossible structures like Calatrava.
And look at me, kicking the asses of slimy people.
A simple electrician from the neighborhood becoming famous.
And that bothers them. It hurts them to think they could be the ones in my place.
You're facing a bastard who has played in three out of five continents.
I was on drugs from 15 to 20.
Poor in my pockets, a millionaire in my mind.
An urban poet talking about what's in front of him.
And I don't shoot for my country. I don't kiss your flag.
I don't give a damn what any fascist out there thinks of me.
Always looking up, climbing like ivy. I live stumbling, I've chosen the rocky road.
And if they thought we were going to be silent,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to hear me,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to see me,
The whole crowd says: yeah, yeah, yeah!
And if they thought we were going to be silent,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to hear me,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to see me,
The whole crowd says: yeeeeeeeeoh!
I came into the world on a working-class flight, without a crown.
It could have been anywhere in the world, but it was in Pamplona.
The third of four, from an ordinary family.
From the sweat of the brow.
That's how it's handled.
But I never lacked a plate of food on the table.
Or a book to study that interested me.
I became committed to the reality that impacts.
And in music and the street, I was always self-taught.
And almost without looking, I said goodbye to high school.
Blame my ignorance. I didn't value every minute.
Phrases run through my body like a tattoo.
They say the road is long, but you walk it alone.
And if you combine restlessness with the flame that is fanned,
Give thanks for my effort with your hands up.
Recording from home, there in La Milagrosa.
With a very low-quality microphone, because there was nothing else.
And this is where it brought me. It brought peace and moments of chaos.
It brought me to you, who are listening to me, and it brought Pekaos.
And to everyone who did something for me and I never saw their face. To my family, my friends, to Ainara.
And half my life linked to the Txan.
It's about fighting. It's about earning a living. And to eat you have to make a plan.
By A or B, but in a way you've seen me grow.
After all, I'm still doing the same thing I did yesterday.
And if they thought we were going to be silent,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to hear me,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to see me,
The whole crowd says: yeah, yeah, yeah!
And if they thought we were going to be silent,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to hear me,
I think not.
And if they thought they weren't going to see me,
The whole crowd says: yeeeeeeeeoh!
See, hear, be silent!
See, hear, be silent!
See, hear, be silent!
See, hear, be silent!