Paroles et traduction O'Funk'illo - Maleao

Maleao

Es un corazón de mármol frio
Una criatura que sus padres
Nunca ha conocido

Apaleao, maltratao, encerrao, escapao y perseguio
En un mundo marginal de pobreza esta sumido
¡y vendio!
Pero to esto va a acabar
Su sangre fria
De la mierda lo va a sacar
Ya no es un niño que se deje pegar
Ahora es un adolescente
El rey del correccional
No se deja achantar
Esta dispuesto a apretar el gatillo, quillo
¡ te puedo matar!

Maleao te llaman "el maleao"
Maleao de cachorro apaleao
Maleao ¿quién no te teme? "maleao"
Va a devolver con creces
To por lo que él ha pasao
(A veces por la noche, siente su frio en su interior)

Esperto en alunizajes, butrones y puentes
No le tiembla el pulso y dispara en la frente
Un maleante marginao se esta ganando el respeto, tos temen al maleao
Gato escondio listo como el hombre
Y peligroso si esta acorralao

No te metas en su emjambre
De lobos, locos, sicarios, ladrones (de to un poco)
Ni siquiera lo nombres

¿Quién da mas? ¡ allí esta!
Le da igual lo que tenga que pasa
El botín por cojones es pa él
Es lo que importa ¡ y ya esta!

Maleao te llaman "el maleao"
Maleao de cachorro apaleao
Maleao ¿quién no te teme? "maleao"
Va a devolver con creces
To por lo que él ha pasao

Maleao, maleao, solo se ha criao
Maleao, maleao un imperio ha montao
Gracias a la polvora en ristre, ¡es mu triste!
Y al alpiste que vende "cortao"
(Y a veces por la noche, sueña con una vida mejor)

Ya es un hombre
Que tiene peligro, que crea enemigos
Y está perseguido,
Envidiado, venerado
Agasajado por chusma, por putas y bancos
Está tan controalo es todo normal
Compra abogados y la condicional

Y ahora qué? que ha pasao... son su socio y lo han matao
El que a jierro mata a jierro termina
Recuerda chaval... tu elige tu vida

Maleao te llaman "el maleao"
Maleao de cachorro apaleao
Maleao ¿quién no te teme? "maleao"
Va a devolver con creces
To por lo que él ha pasao

Maleao, maleao, solo se ha criao
Maleao, maleao un imperio ha montao
Gracias a la polvora en ristre, ¡es mu triste!
Y al alpiste que vende "cortao"
(Y aveces por la noche, él quisiera hablar con dios)

Battered

He's got a heart of cold marble,
A creature whose parents
He's never known.

Battered, mistreated, locked up, escaped, and pursued,
He's sunk in a marginal world of poverty
And sold!
But all this is going to end,
His cold blood
Will pull him out of the shit.
He's no longer a child who lets himself be beaten,
Now he's a teenager,
The king of the correctional facility.
He won't let himself be intimidated,
He's ready to pull the trigger, man,
I can kill you!

Battered, they call you "the battered one,"
Battered since you were a beaten pup,
Battered, who doesn't fear you? "Battered one,"
He's going to return with a vengeance
Everything he's been through.
(Sometimes at night, he feels the cold inside him.)

Expert in smash-and-grabs, tunnels, and bridges,
His hand doesn't tremble, and he shoots in the forehead.
A marginalized thug is earning respect, everyone fears the battered one.
A hidden cat, clever like a man,
And dangerous if cornered.

Don't get involved in his swarm
Of wolves, madmen, hitmen, thieves (a bit of everything),
Don't even mention his name.

Who gives more? There he is!
He doesn't care what he has to go through,
The loot is his, by God,
That's what matters, and that's it!

Battered, they call you "the battered one,"
Battered since you were a beaten pup,
Battered, who doesn't fear you? "Battered one,"
He's going to return with a vengeance
Everything he's been through.

Battered, battered, he grew up alone,
Battered, battered, he built an empire,
Thanks to the gunpowder at the ready, it's so sad!
And the cut birdseed he sells.
(And sometimes at night, he dreams of a better life.)

He's already a man
Who is dangerous, who creates enemies
And is persecuted,
Envied, venerated,
Fêted by the rabble, by whores and banks.
He's so controlled, it's all normal,
He buys lawyers and parole.

And now what? What happened... they were his partner and they killed him.
He who kills by the sword dies by the sword.
Remember, kid... you choose your life.

Battered, they call you "the battered one,"
Battered since you were a beaten pup,
Battered, who doesn't fear you? "Battered one,"
He's going to return with a vengeance
Everything he's been through.

Battered, battered, he grew up alone,
Battered, battered, he built an empire,
Thanks to the gunpowder at the ready, it's so sad!
And the cut birdseed he sells.
(And sometimes at night, he wishes he could talk to God.)