Paroles et traduction Gran Rah feat. Jesteinritmos - Estamos Lokos

Estamos Lokos

Bueno bueno, no quiero
Hablarte de algo que
No sepas ni nada de eso
La cosa es mantener el flow vale
Mi hermano JesteinRitmos
Esta en el Pum-Pa.
Estamos locos,
Estamos desquisiados
Si locos de atar
Sabes porque? Quieres saber porqe?

Ahi va
Sientiendo el dolor del amor
Su cabello le ayuda
A tapar cada moreton
Ella se siente
El sexo debil porque ella
Asi lo quiere y con el
Encontrara la muerte
Pero sin el se muere.

Ahi va ebrio seguro
De si mismo
Cansado dopado
De lunes a domingo se siente
Un ganador conquista
3 mujeres y lo disfruta
Y si ella fuera igual
La llamarian puta.

Ahi va orgulloso de su multa
Contando de que estuvo preso
Y que no siente culpa
Al contrario su papel
De antecedente es
Su diploma encerrao en la
Zapatilla va y le parece broma.

Ahi van son tipos duros
Como rocas valientes (si?)
Pero gracias a la coca
Si eres bueno pa' jalar
Porque viene y me lo cuenta
Conozco gente real que
Al menos conocen la verguenza.

Ahi van politicos
Ediondos a trampa
No ahi dinero para la
Educacion si para un ipad
No conocen el sudor en la espalda
Aseguran su futuro juntan mas
Millas lan pass son larbas.

Ahi van todo esta al revez
Todo va mal poblaciones
Con casas con antena satelital
Ahi pobres que la sufren de verdad
Sin dinero y otros pobre prefieren
Ver tele a ver el plato lleno.

(Muchos no pueden mantenerlo
He visto perros con mas
Estilo que las personas,
Pero no ahi muchos perros con estilo.)

Obama no vende la paz. (Dicen que estoy loco)
Neonazis al poder (Dicen que estoy loco)
______ Drogandose (no es locura es mi forma de ser)
Darlo todo por amor. (Dicen que estoy loco)
Musico creyendo en dios (Dicen que estoy loco)
Oye pagame mi show.

Ahy van diciendo
Que el tabaco hace mal
Pero si la yerba es ilegal
Porque el tabaco es legal
Te quieren amarrar
Haciendo que pages mas
Y es que el cigarro deja
Impuestos a que el rico va a robar.

Ahi va exitoso y emprendedor
Mucho tiempo para el trabajo
Y poco tiempo al amor
Su hijo solo quiere
Una familia como
Los Tom Berry pero el vive
Exclavisado (Donde?)
En su Blackberry.

Ahi van con el ego
Por el suelo
Mujeres sin intelecto
Usan su cuerpo en el cerebro
Paso no, no me enseñes
Tu fotos porno feos como yo
Necesitamos mas que un polvo.

Ahi van criticando la pastilla
Del dia despues pero
De sexo nunca hablaron bien
Tienen mas cuentos que
Los cuentos de la cripta
Dan mas risa que protesta
De ancianas pinochetistas.

Ahi van esos nazis
Y esos raperos
Nazis quieren ser blancos
Raperos quieren ser negros
Los pobres quieren dinero
El rico quiere ser del ghetto
Y yo solo quiero tiempo
Y ritmos buenos.

Ahi van como sheken
En el telonero apoyando
Grupos extranjeros
Pifiando grupos chilenos
No te creas los alagos
Ni las criticas que hablan
La gente te lanza flores
Para luego cortarlas.

Obama no vende la paz. (Dicen que estoy loco)
Neonazis al poder (Dicen que estoy loco)
______ Drogandose (no es locura es mi forma de ser)
Darlo todo por amor. (Dicen que estoy loco)
Musico creyendo en dios (Dicen que estoy loco)
Oye pagame mi show.

(El estilo es la respuesta a todo
Una nueva forma de enfrentarse a algo
Peligroso, es mejor hacer algo gris
Con estilo que hacer algo peligroso
Sin ningun estilo. hacer algo
Peligroso con estilo es lo que yo llamo
Arte)

We’re Crazy

Alright, alright, I don’t want to
Talk to you about something that
You don't know, or anything like that
The thing is to keep the flow, alright?
My brother JesteinRitmos
Is in the Pum-Pa.
We are crazy,
We are deranged
Yes, crazy to tie
You know why? Do you want to know why?

There she goes
Feeling the pain of love
Her hair helps her
To cover every bruise
She feels
The weaker sex because she
Wants it that way and with him
She’ll find death
But without him she dies.

There he goes, drunk for sure
On himself
Tired, drugged
From Monday to Sunday he feels like
A winner, conquers
3 women and enjoys it
And if she was the same
They would call her a whore.

There he goes, proud of his fine
Telling about how he was in jail
And feels no guilt
On the contrary, his role
Of a record is
His diploma locked up in the
Shoe, he goes and thinks it’s a joke.

There they go, they are tough guys
Like rocks, brave (yes?)
But thanks to the coke
If you are good at snorting
Because he comes and tells me about it
I know real people that
At least know shame.

There they go, politicians
Ugly, trapping
There is no money for
Education, yes for an iPad
They don’t know what sweat on the back is
They secure their future, gather more
Miles, lan pass, they are scum.

There they go, everything is backwards
Everything is going wrong, towns
With houses with satellite dishes
There are poor people who really suffer
Without money, and other poor people prefer
To watch TV than to see a full plate.

(Many can't keep it
I’ve seen dogs with more
Style than people,
But there aren't many dogs with style.)

Obama doesn't sell peace. (They say I'm crazy)
Neo-Nazis in power (They say I'm crazy)
______ Doing drugs (it's not crazy, it's my way of being)
Giving everything for love. (They say I'm crazy)
Musician believing in god (They say I'm crazy)
Hey, pay me for my show.

There they go, saying
That tobacco is bad
But if weed is illegal
Why is tobacco legal?
They want to tie you up
Making you pay more
And the cigarette leaves
Taxes that the rich will steal.

There he goes, successful and entrepreneurial
A lot of time for work
And little time for love
His son only wants
A family like
The Tom Berry, but he lives
Enslaved (Where?)
On his Blackberry.

There they go with the ego
On the ground
Women without intellect
They use their body as their brain
Step aside, no, don’t show me
Your porn photos, ugly like me
We need more than sex.

There they go, criticizing the pill
For the day after, but
They never talked about sex well
They have more stories than
The Tales from the Crypt
They are funnier than the protest
Of elderly Pinochet supporters.

There go those Nazis
And those rappers
Nazis want to be white
Rappers want to be black
The poor want money
The rich want to be from the ghetto
And I just want time
And good rhythms.

There they go like Sheken
At the opening act, supporting
Foreign bands
Booing Chilean bands
Don’t believe the compliments
Nor the criticisms that they say
People throw you flowers
To then cut them off.

Obama doesn't sell peace. (They say I'm crazy)
Neo-Nazis in power (They say I'm crazy)
______ Doing drugs (it's not crazy, it's my way of being)
Giving everything for love. (They say I'm crazy)
Musician believing in god (They say I'm crazy)
Hey, pay me for my show.

(Style is the answer to everything
A new way to face something
Dangerous, it’s better to do something gray
With style than to do something dangerous
Without any style, to do something
Dangerous with style is what I call
Art)