Paroles et traduction PutoLargo & Legendario con Shabu - No Me Dejes Solo

No Me Dejes Solo

Si suena un disco en mi salón ya no estoy solo.
Camino por la calle acompañado de music y estilo en cada poro.
Tengo discos para el alma y sus estados,
Triste agresivo en paz de sexo y alterado
Pulso play, y es para medicina auditiva
Todo se mueve al ritmo que yo diga, y el grave en la barriga.
De pequeño fue mi válvula de escape,
Una ventana fresca pa asomarme, ya sé,
Que existe droga afuera y mierdas que te evaden también.
Yo te ofrezco adrenalina vida calle y papel,
Y si la suerte juega en contra cuando aprieta el corsé,
Seca tus ojos chica, nada se traga si no se mastica.
Enriquecido y agradecido vivo y convencido,
Escribo lo que soy pero ya he escrito lo que sido
Y vuelvo contigo a través de un casco en tu oído y ya no estás solo,
Y esos rappers mueren cuando los ignoro.

Solo! Nunca estuve en mi nube, tuve lo que tuve.

Solo! Con mi cante, ojo al frente y siempre para alante.

Solo! no te sientas, oye dentro y mira lo que inventas.

Solo!

Sé que salida siempre hay otra,
Pude escoger la que eligieron muchos notas.
La vida es cruel no dejes que te rompa,
Se le echan dos cojones y lo afrontas.
No es nada facil lo sé, asi funciona,
Con esto siento alivio joder, me siento persona.
Al volcarlo en el papel, éste y mi alma conexionan,
El folio es mi psicólogo las 24 horas.
Cuando todo era una mierda y anduve to agobiao,
Cuando me dejó la parienta estuve embajonao,

Cuando mis viejos se mataban mi casa era un caos,
Cuando me veo sin un puto pavo reventao.

Yo me refugio en el rap me siento mejor,

Puedo deshinibirme del exterior,

Por encima de esos problemas que son miles,

Ni esas bombas ni esos proyectiles me pararan.

Solo! Nunca estuve, en mi nube, tuve lo que tuve.

Solo! Con mi cante, ojo al frente y siempre para alante.
Solo! no te sientas, oye dentro y mira lo que inventas.
Solo!

Asi de simple, escribo lo que vivo.
Entre bloques de mi costa y mares de olivos
Si no hay pilas en el walkman me la imagino
Al compás mordiendo el polvo por el camino.

Daddy was poor, mama wasn't rich
Siempre trabajando, hustling the streets
Nada me faltó, tuve mi tambor,
Como hizo Pinocho, con cuchara y tenedor.

Gorra y pa la calle, átate las bambas,
Corros en los bailes, vuelvo tarde a casa.
Va solo y hablando ¿a este boy qué le pasa?
Boy vive soñando y canta su comparsa:
"Give me a little soul, oh lord!
Bring on the music, show must go on.
Give me little soul, oh lord!
No me dejes, no me dejes..."
Give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
Give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
No me dejes, no me dejes solo lord
Give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
No me dejes...
Solo lord, give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
No me dejes, no me dejes solo lord
Solo lord...

Don't Leave Me Alone

If a record plays in my living room, I'm not alone anymore.
I walk down the street accompanied by music and style in every pore.
I have records for the soul and its states,
Sad, aggressive, peaceful, sexual, and altered.
I press play, and it's like auditory medicine,
Everything moves to the rhythm I dictate, and the bass in my belly.
As a child, it was my escape valve,
A fresh window to look out, I know,
That there are drugs out there and shit that you can evade too.
I offer you adrenaline, street life, and paper,
And if luck plays against you when the corset tightens,
Dry your eyes, girl, nothing gets swallowed if it's not chewed.
Enriched and grateful, I live convinced,
I write what I am, but I have already written what I was
And I come back to you through a headset in your ear, and you're not alone anymore,
And those rappers die when I ignore them.

Alone! I was never in my cloud; I had what I had.

Alone! With my singing, eyes forward, and always moving ahead.

Alone! Don't just sit there, listen inside, and see what you invent.

Alone!

I know there's always another way out,
I could choose the one many fools chose.
Life is cruel, don't let it break you,
You put your balls into it and face it.
It's not easy, I know, that's how it works,
With this I feel relief, damn it, I feel human.
By pouring it on paper, this and my soul connect,
The sheet is my 24-hour psychologist.
When everything was shit and I was overwhelmed,
When my girlfriend left me, I was devastated,

When my parents were killing each other, my house was chaos,
When I see myself without a damn penny, busted.

I take refuge in rap, I feel better,

I can disinhibit myself from the outside,

Above those problems that are thousands,

Neither those bombs nor those projectiles will stop me.

Alone! I never was, in my cloud, I had what I had.

Alone! With my singing, eyes forward, and always moving ahead.
Alone! Don't just sit there, listen inside, and see what you invent.
Alone!

It's that simple, I write what I live.
Between blocks on my coast and seas of olive trees
If there are no batteries in the Walkman, I imagine it
To the beat, biting the dust along the way.

Daddy was poor, mama wasn't rich
Always working, hustling the streets
I didn't lack anything, I had my drum,
Like Pinocchio did, with a spoon and fork.

Girl, out to the street, tie your shoes,
Choruses at dances, I come home late.
He goes alone and talking, what's wrong with this boy?
Boy lives dreaming and sings his comparsa:
"Give me a little soul, oh lord!
Bring on the music, show must go on.
Give me little soul, oh lord!
Don't leave me, don't leave me..."
Give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
Give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
Don't leave me, don't leave me alone, lord
Give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
Don't leave me...
Alone lord, give me little, give me little soul, oh lord
Don't leave me, don't leave me alone, lord
Alone lord...