Paroles et traduction Korazón Crudo - ¿A dónde vamos?

¿A dónde vamos?

Es otro tema mas asesinado por historias tristes
Antes q la rutina se convierta en un quiste
En mi cuarto la combato haciendo un rap espectacular sin nadie q me mire
Gracias a el, el sol sale hasta en los dias mas grises
Tripiten track de discos franceses y en conciertos bises
Señoras, señores paren, reflexionen¿a donde vamos?
En un pais de toros, futbol y putas de lujo llamadas misses
Pena inclaustada en mirada de un niño iraqui
Mama tu hepatitis, hay dias q apenas te deja vivir
Aun asi sigo amando las sonrisas, desgastando deportivas
Escuchando las historias de personas de miradas fugitivas
Chaval de barrio admirador de michel mur, alkenaton, zinade y de german geis
Pasear por la playa con los pies descalzos y saber q os conoceis
¿A donde vamos? si creemos en las masas y no en el ser humano
¿A donde vamos? si inventamos personajes como carlos latre
Amamos al dinero, todo al traste
Bello y peligroso como follar sin latex
En revistas valoramos a parejas con los test
Vivimos teleseries y hacemos amistades gracias a internet
En personajes convertidos en famosos por mensajes en moviles
Nos abonan la pantalla de la tele con estiercol fresco
A la mierda tu glamour
Junior y las niñas representan el rap español
Con portadas en pelotas
Antena 3 nos dio planos de galicia con terrenos limpios
Periodistas q van de q admiran la moral y la coca los domina
Alex diote como eres tan gilipollas
Policias q trafican algo va mal
Politico q crees q somos manejables
Sube la vivienda y nos la cuela diciendo q bajan los tipos d interes La mujer d un expresidente tambien tiene poder
Señora botella los legionarios d cristo no es una o, n, g
¿A donde vamos? si somos lo q queremos
O somos lo q quieren q seamos
¿A donde vamos? señores
Si la iglesia q raciones
Provocadas por impacto
No existe ni el dialogo ni el pacto
Dinos dios q sera de nuestro ser
Poe q el fin del acto es dificil de preveer ya nos se lo q creer
El amor es mis luz y el rap es mi poder
Por eso carpendia es en ti quien debes de creer
Pero sirena sin nadie q me acompañe
En la osbcuridad es muy dificil ver
Siento verguenza ajena del ser humano cuando veo a bush
Q importa un plasma un TFT q el 5.1 q cambia canal plus
Cuando en africa muere un niño cada 4 segundos
Somos una banda d hipocritas q nos hablamos
Por q no sabemos estar solos
Nos pasamos la vida haciendo cosas q detestamos
Para conseguir dinero q no nesesitamos
Compramos cosas q no queremos
Para impresionar a gente q odiamos
Venga q siga la frasa
Dedicado a todos los pdres de familia
Q se levantan todas las mañanas para ir al curro
Corazon crudo les puso las freses...
PAZ PAZ!

Where Are We Going?

Another song murdered by sad stories
Before the routine becomes a cyst
I fight it in my room making a spectacular rap with no one watching me
Thanks to him, the sun rises even on the greyest days
French hit songs on repeat and encores at concerts
Ladies, gentlemen, stop, reflect, where are we going?
In a country of bulls, football and luxury whores called misses
Pain incarcerated in the gaze of an Iraqi child
Mom, your hepatitis, there are days when it barely lets you live
Even so, I still love the smiles, wearing out my sneakers
Listening to the stories of people with fleeting glances
Neighborhood kid admirer of Michel Mur, Alkenaton, Zinade and German Geis
Walking on the beach with bare feet and knowing that we know each other
Where are we going? If we believe in the masses and not in the human being
Where are we going? If we invent characters like Carlos Latre
We love money, everything goes to hell
Beautiful and dangerous like fucking without latex
In magazines we value couples with big tests
We live soap operas and make friends thanks to the internet
In characters turned celebrities by text messages on mobiles
They fill the TV screen with fresh manure
Fuck your glamour
Junior and the girls represent Spanish rap
With naked covers
Channel 3 gave us plans for Galicia with clean plots
Journalists who pretend to admire morality and are dominated by cocaine
Alex, how can you be so asshole?
Police officers who traffic something is wrong
Politicians who think we are manageable
Housing goes up and they trick us by saying that interest rates are going down The wife of a former president also has power
Mrs. Bottle, the Legionaries of Christ are not an NGO
Where are we going? If we are what we want to be
Or are we what they want us to be?
Where are we going? Gentlemen
If the church gives rations
Caused by impact
There is neither dialogue nor pact
Tell us God, what will become of our being?
Because the end of the act is difficult to foresee, we no longer know what to believe
Love is my light and rap is my power
That's why Carpendia, you must believe in yourself
But siren without anyone to accompany me
In the darkness it is very difficult to see
I feel ashamed of being human when I see Bush
What does a plasma TFT matter that 5.1 that changes Canal Plus
When a child dies in Africa every 4 seconds
We are a band of hypocrites who talk to ourselves
Because we don't know how to be alone
We spend our lives doing things we hate
To make money we don't need
We buy things we don't want
To impress people we hate
Come on, let's continue the sentence
Dedicated to all the parents
Who get up every morning to go to work
Raw Heart put the strawberries on them...
PEACE PEACE!