Paroles et traduction Kaydy Cain - Uno de los Nuestros

Uno de los Nuestros

Si te tiembla el alma cuando escuchas a Notorio'
O eres capaz de plasmar el amor y el odio
Si pagarías por saber que contiene el maletín de Pulp Fiction
Es que eres uno de los nuestros
Familia de distinta sangre, compartimos un diamante
Amor por los míos, por putas elegantes
Corazones que siempre seguirán vivos
José Monje Cruz y Sinatra, siempre conmigo
Vidas al borde del precipicio
Chivatos creen llegar hasta el final, y esto es sólo el principio
Escupo dolor, y lloro sangre
Nuestras vidas sujetadas por alambre
En esta ciudad las putas esnifan sueños, a lo Mia Wallace
Jóvenes revolucionarios, como Guevara
Vidas perras como en Perros Callejeros
Y... Amistad, amor, odio, lo primero

Hey you, I should a been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', almost tried yo' chin' out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out, ten out

Harto de sangre
Negocios entre labios de punta
Dios sólo sabe de castigos
Mis chicos con hambre, madres, lágrimas negras
Jóvenes llorando sueños entre rejas
Diamantes por libertad
Amor por los que no están
Respeto y amistad a los que siempre estuvieron
Quieres alcanzar el lujo desde el agujero
Comprar el cielo a la zorra de tus sueños
Dramas y penas, traiciones en el barrio
Niños saben latín sin saber vocabulario
Dios, ódiame, escribo desde el alma de Cain
Por mi padre, vidas desgastadas en Madrid

Hey you; hey you; hey you; hey you
Hey you, I should a been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', almost tried yo' chin' out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out, ten out

One of Our Own

If your soul trembles when you listen to Notorious
Or you are able to portray love and hatred
If you would pay to know what's in Pulp Fiction's briefcase
You're one of our own
Family of different blood, we share a diamond
Love for my own, for elegant whores
Hearts that will always stay alive
José Monje Cruz and Sinatra, always with me
Lives on the edge of the precipice
Snitches think they'll make it to the end, and this is just the beginning
I spit out sorrow, and cry blood
Our lives held together by wire
In this city, whores sniff dreams, like Mia Wallace
Young revolutionaries, like Guevara
Dog-like lives like in Stray Dogs
And... Friendship, love, hatred, first

Hey you, I should have been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', almost tried to knock your chin out
I knocked out a lot of men
I left them on the floor spitting out phlegm
It's either that or I'm going to squeeze the gat and pop ten out, ten out

Tired of blood
Business between sharp-edged lips
God only knows about punishments
My boys hungry, mothers, black tears
Young people crying out their dreams behind bars
Diamonds for freedom
Love for those who are gone
Respect and friendship for those who were always there
You want to reach luxury from the pit
Buy heaven from the whore of your dreams
Dramas and sorrows, betrayals in the neighborhood
Kids know Latin without knowing vocabulary
God, hate me, I write from the soul of Cain
For my father, lives worn out in Madrid

Hey you; hey you; hey you; hey you
Hey you, I should have been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', almost tried to knock your chin out
I knocked out a lot of men
I left them on the floor spitting out phlegm
It's either that or I'm going to squeeze the gat and pop ten out, ten out