Paroles et traduction Portavoz con Funky Flu y Matiah - Cae la Noche

Cae la Noche

Con el Matiah, y con el Funky Flu

Hay! Haay!!

(Portavoz)

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)

(Matiah)

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.

()

(Funky Flu)

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 can ya,
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

Night Falls

With Matiah, and with Funky Flu

Hay! Haay!!

(Spokesperson)

Night falls,
And with it the blanket of darkness
The noise of the police car
That comes to find us, to interrogate us
This tale begins without a king,
I present to you the lawless concrete
Hey!

The light from the lamp post barely illuminates
And the darkness is illuminated with rap and cumbia,
Anguished, scared,
On the corner they're already on the hunt for their next victim
And with a knife.

This town isn't sweet, it's dynamite
Conch shells welcome you in Palmilla and Juanita,
Look at the parade of fools after the dealer
If crime lives and continues it's the detective's fault.

Receive the youth that illuminates the darkness,
A 11 a 29 here with impetuousness they will always be
Under the night of memory and combat
Of screams of euphoria, hate, love, and kamikaze courage.

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

Night falls
And the neighborhood escapes from its oppressor
Night falls
(And the executive was a gargoyle)

(Matiah)

When night falls, the shadow transforms men
I told you so, because of the bad taste of the last hit
Guard your soul in a locker and put the lock on
The truth might get in the way and report the few to their nest.

Calm down

I walk and a lamp post goes out again
But the flame of a junky
Lights the way back to my home
Mugs go in pairs, and cunning with children
There's no real morality for the freaking flamboyant.

Without enough fiction, without resolve in this world
Some speak of the streets while hiding in their mother's skirt
Who knows, if you contribute 50 they might praise you
Sex in the light of the pipe and hanging from the cables.

My mouth is dry from words that sin like those
Words that are never regretted
In drinking from fountains like this
The streets taste of salt and pepper to us,
Human flesh on the grill,
Mile after mile of groupie pills.

(

(Funky Flu)

It's night in Santa Sara
And... the buses don't stop anymore
Abandoned like on the island in LOST.
Those who sleep during the day awaken,
While others, after a day of work, retire
Tyler counts the money from his rent
From the sale of weed mints, and watches
From one corner to another, in case something approaches.

It's night in Santa Sara and the kids are on their way,
With the desire to sing,
With beautiful rhymes for the engines. hey ya...
Darkness, loyal companion, for groups of affinity
That are planning their new delivery.

For the strategist there is no rest, and he plays his cards.
The night provides tranquility and he takes out his hot mouth.
Estela dresses for the party, the corner brings the sustenance
Of a certain text that the wind awaits.
Kisses under the full moon, honey, who would want to
Release your poison between your legs, drop verses with cinnamon,