Paroles et traduction Los Aldeanos - Los Aldeanos

Los Aldeanos

Ou, estrenando microfono
Sisi, you
Sientelo

Las 26 musas, ja
Real 70
You

Mi generacion se desgenera y no genera una manera
De escapar de esas noches faranduleras
Puterias, chilladeras, fajazones, vida loca que la droga
Las pastillas y las bebidas provocan
Demasiada ropa mucha escasez de respeto en mi ciudad

Ya no hay jovenes sino andantes objetos

Capaces de enterrarse, vivos sobre una tumba
Si se enteran que en el cielo dios puso gratis otra macumba
Siempre derrumba, cada fin de semana va a mi habana
Rumbo a extinguir la raza humana
De mente sana ya no existe ni en la mente
Aqui nadie sobrevive si no se decide y miente
Juventud podrida y quiere que igualmente se hiere
Y en manos del delito y el egocentrismo muere
Ya nadie quiere se agotaron los sinceros
Los mas amigos se matan por el chot de un extranjero
Molero, mecaniquero, individualista
Mentalista, materialista, geoista
Aqui en mi cuba linda la cosa es distinta
El mejor amigo del hombre no es el perro, sino el turista
Se calienta la vista cualquiera se la fabrica
Y la fabrica, de valores ya valores no fabrica
La biblia de la calle, lleva una ley escrita
Cada accion mala que hacemos nos perjudica
Maldita inteligencia, que nos domina la fuerza
Y nos hace vender, hasta el cariño por piezas
Y mirar con doble, sentido a todo porque la traicion siempre se viste de gestos nobles
Y asi vamos, sin control y sin cabeza
Cambiando a la nobleza por momentos y cervezas

Pisotiando la armonia como un cesped
Y cojiendo en cuerpo hotel donde el amor nunca es huesped

En vez de ayudarnos nos burlamos no confiamos
Nos reimos y con el destino inconformes quedamos
Mostramos, siempre una apariencia al mundo incierta
Para que el mismo nos acepte y nos abra la puerta
No hay vuelta atras las cosas son asi van men
Hasta ultima hora no se sabe quien es quien
Esto no avanza bien ni marcha atras al habano falta

Por eso es que el cubano como un maja se arrastra

Mirando todo desde mi rincon

Y pensado en que lindo todo fuese
Si la gente hablara con el corazon
Pero ese es un problema que siempre me da NS
Substitui, despeje, dividi, multiplique
Sume, reste y no me dio mi amigo
Yo volvi, empeze, lo heri, lo repase
Y no haye respuesta ni sacando el chivo

Dejame informarte que cualquiera es informante
Chulos informaticos diplomaticos gangsters
Ciberneticos capos super guapos estudiantes
Jineteras licenciadas policias negociantes
Hasta mi papa que de fiesta sono la alarma
Es hora de darle, mantenimiento al alma
Cojelo con calma al pajarito lo clonaron
Y hay que darle pa que paren de cantar no te contaron?
Estan los yumas, los que se hacen los yumas
Los que se arrebatan con cualquier cosa que fuman
Borrachera masiva, viva cuba en nota
Patria, muerte, chipentres y mozo sirveme otra copa oh
Virgen compota perdona nuestros pecados
No se porque ya no estas, en el altar del mercado
Amas nuestros hijos y ven al plano terrenal
Que ellos te necesitan pa jugar y pa estudiar amen
E fo y fa el fi se fue la fe y hay fo
A muerte en el ambiente porque uno a otro piso
Adios me fui de aqui que pinto en esta fiesta yo
No, estoy pa, ya amenaze a un zocorro lo mato hay dios
Y eso es normal pero yo no me acostumbro
Llevo otro rumbo me alumbro ese no es mi mundo
Osea mi mundo porque estoy expuesto igual a que
Cualquier dia cualquiera por gusto me quiera dar
Y profe tengo una duda
Porque el 99 porciento de la juventud quiere irse de cuba
No me responde porque se mete en candela
Ya nada menos nada es expulsada de la escuela
Algo anda mal, mal anda algo
Anda algo haz, haz anda algo
Esto no avanza bien ni marcha atras al habano falta
Por eso es que el cubano como un maja se arrastra

Mirando todo desde mi rincon
Y pensado en que lindo todo fuese
Si la gente hablara con el corazon
Pero ese es un problema que siempre me da NS
Substitui, despeje, dividi, multiplique
Sume, reste y no me dio mi amigo
Yo volvi, empeze, lo heri, lo repase
Y no haye respuesta ni sacando el chivo

You
Mira
Nosotros no estamos ladrando, haciendonos los yumas
Estamos haciendo una revolucion, con papel y pluma
Mientras mas nos den la espalda, mas la frente alzamos
Nadie mas va a pisotiar el orgullo del rap cubano

Ya to no hay quien lo detenga no somos ni 1 ni 2
Los cabarios representan
Y no pierda su tiempo analizando esta cancion
Que yo soy libre de expresar, eso esta escrito en la constitucion
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REAL 70 26 MUSAS

The Villagers

Yo, testing out the new microphone
Yeah, yeah, you
Feel it

The 26 muses, ha
Real 70
You

My generation degenerates and doesn't generate a way
To escape those nights of partying
Whoring, yelling, brawls, crazy life that drugs
Pills and drinks provoke
Too many clothes, too little respect in my city

There are no longer young people, but walking objects

Capable of burying themselves, alive on a tomb
If they find out that in heaven God put another macumba for free
Always collapses, every weekend it goes to my Havana
Heading to extinguish the human race
Of a healthy mind, it no longer exists even in the mind
Here nobody survives if they don't decide and lie
Rotten youth and wants to be equally hurt
And dies in the hands of crime and self-centeredness
Nobody wants anymore, the sincere ones are exhausted
The closest friends kill each other for a foreigner's change
Hustler, mechanic, individualistic
Mentalist, materialist, egoist
Here in my beautiful Cuba, things are different
Man's best friend is not the dog, but the tourist
The view gets heated, anyone makes it
And the factory, of values, no longer manufactures values
The bible of the street, carries a written law
Every bad action we do harms us
Damn intelligence, that dominates our strength
And makes us sell, even love in pieces
And look at everything with a double meaning because betrayal always dresses in noble gestures
And so we go, without control and without a head
Trading nobility for moments and beers

Trampling harmony like a lawn
And fucking in a hotel body where love is never a guest

Instead of helping each other, we mock, we don't trust
We laugh and are left dissatisfied with destiny
We always show an uncertain appearance to the world
So that it accepts us and opens the door for us
There's no turning back, things are like this, man
Until the last hour, you don't know who is who
This doesn't move forward well nor does it go back, Havana is missing

That's why the Cuban crawls like a maja

Looking at everything from my corner

And thinking about how beautiful everything would be
If people spoke with their hearts
But that's a problem that always gives me NS
Substitute, clear, divide, multiply
Add, subtract, and it didn't give me my friend
I came back, started, hurt him, reviewed it
And I didn't find an answer even by bringing out the goat

Let me inform you that anyone is an informant
Pimps, computer scientists, diplomats, gangsters
Cybernetic bosses, super handsome students
Prostitutes, graduates, police, businessmen
Even my dad who set off the alarm at the party
It's time to give maintenance to the soul
Take it easy, they cloned the little bird
And you have to give them so they stop singing, didn't they tell you?
There are the yumas, those who pretend to be yumas
Those who get carried away with anything they smoke
Massive drunkenness, long live Cuba in note
Homeland, death, chipentres and waiter serve me another drink oh
Virgin compote forgive our sins
I don't know why you're no longer on the market altar
Love our children and come to the earthly plane
They need you to play and study amen
E fo y fa the fi went the faith and there is fo
Death in the environment because we step on each other
Goodbye I'm out of here what do I paint at this party
No, I'm for, I already threatened a zocorro I kill him oh God
And that's normal but I don't get used to it
I take another route I light up that's not my world
I mean my world because I'm equally exposed to
Any day anyone for fun wants to give me
And teacher I have a question
Why do 99 percent of young people want to leave Cuba
He doesn't answer me because he gets into trouble
Nothing less nothing is expelled from school
Something is wrong, something is wrong
Something is wrong do, do something
This doesn't move forward well nor does it go back, Havana is missing
That's why the Cuban crawls like a maja

Looking at everything from my corner
And thinking about how beautiful everything would be
If people spoke with their hearts
But that's a problem that always gives me NS
Substitute, clear, divide, multiply
Add, subtract, and it didn't give me my friend
I came back, started, hurt him, reviewed it
And I didn't find an answer even by bringing out the goat

You
Look
We are not barking, pretending to be yumas
We are making a revolution, with paper and pen
The more they turn their backs on us, the more we raise our foreheads
No one else is going to trample the pride of Cuban rap

There's no stopping it now, we're not 1 or 2
The cabarios represent
And don't waste your time analyzing this song
That I am free to express, that is written in the constitution
RAP RAP RAP RAP UNDERGROUND
SUBTERRANEAN
REAL 70 26 MUSES