Paroles et traduction Los Aldeanos - Se acabó

Se acabó

Sí Así se acaba
Aldeano y El B
Todo está aquí
Hablas siempre de lo mismo
Del racismo del dinero
Fue en la tienda del redial
Que te compraste el lapicero
No me hables más de unión
Ni de que tienes malo el pelo
Si tú te haces el desriz
Hasta en los huevos so pinguero
Bajo el suelo
No bajo lluvia ni sol ni sereno
Underground (yo) siempre seremos
Búmbata páfata apagón
Cogiste cero
Porque el Hiphop no es pa'
Darle calor a los percheros
No eres mi mamá
Para llamarme la atención
Yo canto lo que me salga del pss
Travesti de talento
Pequeño resto de algodón
Esto es hasta que se seque el malecón
Por el señor mierda
Por el señor mierda
Por el señor mierda
Mierda
Aquí no hay merma queridos amiguitos
Esto tiene más capítulos
Que los cuentos de Pepito
(Yo) Ver tu mala cara es aburrido
Cómo comer espaguetis con cuchara
Si cada mano de estas
Escribe sobre nuestro mundo
Ponte a pensar en si estuviéramos
Cruza'os con pulpo
Punto no asterisco entre comillas rusas
XL es la talla del talento que estos usan
Jugamos limpio
De qué tú nos acusas?
Creo que nos convertimos
En tu más preciada musa
Expulsa de tu cuerpo el odio los complejos
O la frase "Yo los parto"
Se te irá por el camino viejo
Yo te aconsejo que no pintes más faroles
Que es fácil darle colores
A los bombillos ahorradores
No cuestiones(no) nuestros temas
Nos da la gana mezclar verdades
Con palabras obscenas
Es una pena que pienses así de veras
Pues no somos problemáticos
Somos un problema
Si llevas Hiphop en las venas
Hazte un análisis de sangre
No sé si estás rapeando
O sufriendo de un calambre
Pedantes extraños y
Más repugnantes que una jarra
De sarro añejo 20 años
Se olvidaron de componer
Ahora la moda es hacer críticas
A nuestra impecable
Y corta carrera artística
Nuestras líricas no superarás
Comprendes?
Aunque en tí reencarne a la misma vez
Martí y Shakespeare
Ojalá que te molestes
Y te lo cojas pa' ti
Y nos preguntes - eso es conmigo?-
Para decirte que sí
Aquí quien no conoce
A Los Aldeanos de 26
Son los que elevan la peña
A la altura del cofee cake
26 musas el diccionario de ideas
De la poesía cubana chama
La cara más fea es la Aldea
Poniendo el real Hiphop en la cumbre
Subterráneo y fuera de vista
Cómo de costumbre
26 musas el diccionario de ideas
De la poesía cubana chama
La cara más fea es la Aldea
Poniendo el real Hiphop en la cumbre
Subterráneo y fuera de vista
Cómo de costumbre
(Vaya!) Hay gente que no sé acostumbra
Yo Nuevo Vedado representa
Somos nosotros (Los Aldeanos)
Aldeano y El B
Los ángeles invisibles

It's Over

Yes, That's how it ends
Aldeano and El B
It's all here
You always talk about the same thing
About racism and money
It was at the redial store
That you bought the pen
Don't talk to me about unity anymore
Or that you have bad hair
If you perm your hair
Even in your balls, you're a pinguero.Under the groundNot under rain, sun or low skyUnderground (we) will always beBúmbata páfata blackoutYou've failedBecause Hip Hop is not forGiving warmth to the coat hangersYou're not my momTo call me to attentionI sing whatever comes out of my pssTransvestite of talentSmall cotton budThis is until the boardwalk dries upFor Mr. ShitFor Mr. ShitFor Mr. ShitShitThere's no shortage here, my dear friendsThis has more chaptersThan Pepito's stories(Yo) Seeing your frown is boringLike eating spaghetti with a spoonIf each of these handsWrites about our worldStart thinking about if we wereCrossed with an octopusDot, not asterisk, between Russian quotesXL is the size of the talent they useWe play fairWhat are you accusing us of?I think we becameYour most precious museExpel from your body the hatred, the complexesOr the phrase "I'll break them"It will go away on the old roadI advise you not to make up any more lanternsThat it is easy to give colorsTo energy-saving bulbsDon't question(no) our subjectsWe feel like mixing truthsWith obscene wordsIt's a shame you think that way, reallyWell, we're not problematicWe're a problemIf you have Hip Hop in your veinsGet a blood testI don't know if you're rappingOr suffering from a crampPedantic strangers andMore disgusting than a jarOf 20-year-old rancid tartarThey forgot how to composeNow the fashion is to criticizeOur impeccableAnd cut artistic careerYou will not surpass our lyricsDo you understand?Even if Martí and Shakespeare were reincarnated in you at the same timeI hope you get upsetAnd you take it for yourselfAnd ask us - is that about me?-To tell you that it isHere, those who don't knowLos Aldeanos de 26Are the ones who raise the peopleTo the height of the coffee cake26 muses, the dictionary of ideasOf Cuban poetry, girlThe ugliest face is the VillagePutting real Hip Hop on topUnderground and out of sightHow usual26 muses, the dictionary of ideasOf Cuban poetry, girlThe ugliest face is the VillagePutting real Hip Hop on topUnderground and out of sightHow usual(Wow!) There are people who don't get used to itNuevo Vedado representsWe are (Los Aldeanos)Aldeano and El BThe invisible angels
Under the groundNot under rain, sun or low skyUnderground (we) will always beBúmbata páfata blackoutYou've failedBecause Hip Hop is not forGiving warmth to the coat hangersYou're not my momTo call me to attentionI sing whatever comes out of my pssTransvestite of talentSmall cotton budThis is until the boardwalk dries upFor Mr. ShitFor Mr. ShitFor Mr. ShitShitThere's no shortage here, my dear friendsThis has more chaptersThan Pepito's stories(Yo) Seeing your frown is boringLike eating spaghetti with a spoonIf each of these handsWrites about our worldStart thinking about if we wereCrossed with an octopusDot, not asterisk, between Russian quotesXL is the size of the talent they useWe play fairWhat are you accusing us of?I think we becameYour most precious museExpel from your body the hatred, the complexesOr the phrase "I'll break them"It will go away on the old roadI advise you not to make up any more lanternsThat it is easy to give colorsTo energy-saving bulbsDon't question(no) our subjectsWe feel like mixing truthsWith obscene wordsIt's a shame you think that way, reallyWell, we're not problematicWe're a problemIf you have Hip Hop in your veinsGet a blood testI don't know if you're rappingOr suffering from a crampPedantic strangers andMore disgusting than a jarOf 20-year-old rancid tartarThey forgot how to composeNow the fashion is to criticizeOur impeccableAnd cut artistic careerYou will not surpass our lyricsDo you understand?Even if Martí and Shakespeare were reincarnated in you at the same timeI hope you get upsetAnd you take it for yourselfAnd ask us - is that about me?-To tell you that it isHere, those who don't knowLos Aldeanos de 26Are the ones who raise the peopleTo the height of the coffee cake26 muses, the dictionary of ideasOf Cuban poetry, girlThe ugliest face is the VillagePutting real Hip Hop on topUnderground and out of sightHow usual26 muses, the dictionary of ideasOf Cuban poetry, girlThe ugliest face is the VillagePutting real Hip Hop on topUnderground and out of sightHow usual(Wow!) There are people who don't get used to itNuevo Vedado representsWe are (Los Aldeanos)Aldeano and El BThe invisible angels
Under the ground
Not under rain, sun or low sky
Underground (we) will always be
Búmbata páfata blackout
You've failed
Because Hip Hop is not for
Giving warmth to the coat hangers
You're not my mom
To call me to attention
I sing whatever comes out of my pss
Transvestite of talent
Small cotton bud
This is until the boardwalk dries up
For Mr. Shit
For Mr. Shit
For Mr. Shit
Shit
There's no shortage here, my dear friends
This has more chapters
Than Pepito's stories
(Yo) Seeing your frown is boring
Like eating spaghetti with a spoon
If each of these hands
Writes about our world
Start thinking about if we were
Crossed with an octopus
Dot, not asterisk, between Russian quotes
XL is the size of the talent they use
We play fair
What are you accusing us of?
I think we became
Your most precious muse
Expel from your body the hatred, the complexes
Or the phrase "I'll break them"
It will go away on the old road
I advise you not to make up any more lanterns
That it is easy to give colors
To energy-saving bulbs
Don't question(no) our subjects
We feel like mixing truths
With obscene words
It's a shame you think that way, really
Well, we're not problematic
We're a problem
If you have Hip Hop in your veins
Get a blood test
I don't know if you're rapping
Or suffering from a cramp
Pedantic strangers and
More disgusting than a jar
Of 20-year-old rancid tartar
They forgot how to compose
Now the fashion is to criticize
Our impeccable
And cut artistic career
You will not surpass our lyrics
Do you understand?
Even if Martí and Shakespeare were reincarnated in you at the same time
I hope you get upset
And you take it for yourself
And ask us - is that about me?-
To tell you that it is
Here, those who don't know
Los Aldeanos de 26
Are the ones who raise the people
To the height of the coffee cake
26 muses, the dictionary of ideas
Of Cuban poetry, girl
The ugliest face is the Village
Putting real Hip Hop on top
Underground and out of sight
How usual
26 muses, the dictionary of ideas
Of Cuban poetry, girl
The ugliest face is the Village
Putting real Hip Hop on top
Underground and out of sight
How usual
(Wow!) There are people who don't get used to it
Nuevo Vedado represents
We are (Los Aldeanos)
Aldeano and El B
The invisible angels