Paroles et traduction Portavoz feat. Matiah Chinaski & Funky Flu - Cae la Noche

Cae la Noche

Hay! Haay!!

Cae la noche,
Y con ella el boche de la oscuridad
El ruido del coche policial
Que nos viene a buscar, interrogar
Esque este cuento empieza sin rey,
Se los presento es el cemento sin ley
Hey!

La luz del poste apenas alumbra
Y a la penumbra se le da alumbre con rap y cumbia,
Angustiados,
Asustados,
En la esquina ya buscan toda su victima
Y con una punta.

Esta villa no es dulce, es dinamita
Carcolas te reciben en la Palmilla y la Juanita,
Miren al desfile de giles atras de dealer
Si el crimen vive y sigue es culpa del detective.

Recibe a la juventud que ilumina la oscuridad,
Un 11 un 29 aca con impetud siempre estaran
Bajo la noche de memoria y combate
De gritos euforia odio amor y valor kamikaze.

Cae la noche
Y las micros ya no paran mas
Cae la noche
(Y la policía corta su tajá)

Cae la noche
Y la pobla se escapa de su capataz
Cae la noche
(Y el ejecutivo era una gárgola)

Cuando cae la noche la sombra transforma a lo hombre
Te repetí conforme por el mal sabor del ultimo toque
Guarda tu alma en un locker y ponle pestillo
La verdad puede que estorbe y reporte unos poco′ a su nido.

Tranquilo

Camino y un poste se vuelve a apagar
Mas la llama de un jonkie
Alumbra el camino de vuelta a mi hogar
Machucas van de a par, y la astucia con infantes
No hay moral real pal maaaaldito extravagante.

Sin suficiente ficcion sin desicion de este piante
Algunos parlan de calle metio en la falda e' su madre
Quien sabe, si aportas 50 puede que te alaven
Sexo a la luz de la pipa y colgas de los cables.

La boca se seca por palabras de esas que pecan
De esas que no se arrepienten
En beber en vertientes como esta
La calle nos sabe a sal y pimienta,
Carne humana en la parrila,
Milla y millas de pastillas grupientas.

Cae la noche
Y las micros ya no paran mas
Cae la noche
(Y la policía corta su tajá)

Cae la noche
Y la pobla se escapa de su capataz
Cae la noche
(Y el ejecutivo era una gárgola)

Ya es de noche en santa sara
Y... las micros ya no paran,
Desamparados todos como en la isla de LOST.
Los que duermen de dia despiertan,
Mientras luego de un dia de trabajo otros se acuestan
Saca cuentas de su renta el tyler
Por la venta de menta de yerba y observa
De una esquina a otra por si algo se acerca.

Ya es de noche en santa sara y los cabros ya van ya,
Con las ganas de ganjha,
De motores con rimas bellas. hey ya...
La oscuridad fiel compañera, pa los grupos de afinidad
Que estan planeando su nueva entrega.

Pal estratega no hay sociego y sus cartas juega,
La noche brinda calma y saca en lampa su boca nena,
De gala viste la estela, la esquina trae el sustento
De cierto texto que el viento espera
Besos bajo la luna llena, nena quien quisiera
Tu veneno entre tus piernas soltar versos con canela...

Cae la noche
Y las micros ya no paran mas
Cae la noche
(Y la policía corta su tajá)

Cae la noche
Y la pobla se escapa de su capataz
Cae la noche
(Y el ejecutivo era una gárgola)

Night Falls

Hay! Haay!!

Night falls,
And with it the darkness' booze
The noise of the police car
That comes to look for us, to interrogate us
It's just that this story begins without a king,
Let me introduce them, it's the lawless cement.
Hey!

The light from the street lamp barely illuminates
And rap and cumbia give light to the darkness,
Anguished,
Scared,
On the corner they are already looking for their next victim
And with a sharp point.

This town is not sweet, it's dynamite
Shells welcome you in Palmilla and Juanita,
Look at the parade of fools behind the dealer
If crime lives and continues, it's the detective's fault.

Receive the youth who illuminate the darkness,
An 11 a 29 here with impetus will always be
Under the night of memory and combat
Of screams euphoria hate love and kamikaze value.

Night falls
And the buses don't stop anymore
Night falls
(And the police cut their share)

Night falls
And the town escapes from its foreman
Night falls
(And the executive was a gargoyle)

When night falls, the shadow transforms the man
I repeated to you accordingly for the bad taste of the last touch
Keep your soul in a locker and put a padlock on it
The truth may hinder and report a few to their nest.

Take it easy

I walk and a streetlight goes out again
But a junkie's flame
Lights the way back to my home
Chicks go in pairs, and cunning with infants
There is no real moral for the daaamn extravagant.

Without enough fiction without decision of this plant
Some talk about street put in the skirt of his mother
Who knows, if you contribute 50 they might praise you
Sex by the light of the pipe and you hang from the cables.

The mouth goes dry for words of those that sin
Of those who do not repent
Drinking in streams like this
The street tastes like salt and pepper,
Human flesh on the grill,
Miles and miles of groupie pills.

Night falls
And the buses don't stop anymore
Night falls
(And the police cut their share)

Night falls
And the town escapes from its foreman
Night falls
(And the executive was a gargoyle)

It's already night in Santa Sara
And... the buses don't stop anymore,
Everyone helpless like on the island of LOST.
Those who sleep during the day wake up,
While after a day of work others go to bed
Tyler does the math of his income
From the sale of mint weed and observes
From one corner to another in case something approaches.

It's already night in Santa Sara and the guys are already going,
With the desire for ganja,
Of motors with beautiful rhymes. hey ya...
The darkness, a faithful companion, for affinity groups
That are planning their new delivery.

For the strategist there is no rest and he plays his cards,
The night brings calm and takes out her baby mouth in a lamp,
The wake dresses in gala, the corner brings the sustenance
Of a certain text that the wind awaits
Kisses under the full moon, baby, who would want
Your poison between your legs release verses with cinnamon...

Night falls
And the buses don't stop anymore
Night falls
(And the police cut their share)

Night falls
And the town escapes from its foreman
Night falls
(And the executive was a gargoyle)