Paroles et traduction Rapsusklei feat. Hazhe - Bailando Con Lobos

Bailando Con Lobos

Pobre de este angel, siempre con problemas a la espalda,
¿Por que esta carcel no me deja ver el alba?
No me salva nadie, si,
Con fea vida me toco ir al baile, aaaile,
Rompieron el corazon y lo tengo pegado con superglue,
Desde los 4, 5 o 6 años,
Te doy las gracias,
Pero has de saber que tengo ansias
Y esperanzas de que todo acabe, bien,
Que quiero cien males tuyos,
Para estudiarlos y no estar escaso de recursos, no,
Se que hay alguien ahí que escucha mis pensamientos,
Sin nisiquiera tener que expresarlos,
Le doy las gracias a él, a Carlos, Leo,
Marga y Abel, Bárbara, Sharif, Oscar, Hazhe y demas hermanos,
Vamos, que tiro, palante, y miro el pasado,
Y sigo cansado de estar cansado de,
Morir por mi estado,
De dormir malhumorado,
Y disgustado con pasado, ¡que putada!

Ahora que ya empezaba a estar acostumbrado a algo, claro,
Te fumas 8 porros en ayunas, te bebes 3 cervezas,
Comes mal y duermes poco, yo no se de que te quejas,
No estas activo,
Te evades sin motivo,
Vida sedentaria,
Es el abrigo de este amigo mio,
Ahora que ya empezaba a estar acostumbrado a algo, claro,
No puedo dejarme caer,
Tendria que volver a subir,
Volver a perder,
Volver a sufrir,
Volver a tener que ese punto de mira del poder,
Volver a volver a volver,
Palabras se las lleva el aire,

Llamame Don Diego, o Don Nadie,
O buscame en la calle, ye ye,
O sal de la cueva del silencio callejero donde te encontre,
Ven, donde el olvido no tenga nombre,
Donde felicidad nos corresponde, y no habite el hombre,
Pez, grande se come al chico, y el rico se come al pobre, ay,
La historia es sobre,
Esta fea vida con la que nos toco bailar aquel dia de ayer con un terror enorme,
Cuenta la leyenda, que este menda,
Que este niño de la selva, juega con fuego y no se quema,
Que mas da si el tema,
Nos, sale luego, que yo me quedo contemplando,
Ya que ando algo pedo y no me importa,
Bailar con la mas fea, bailar con la vida mas perra,
La vida mas perra...

¡Bailando con lobos!

Me conto el viejo olmo,
Humano sea ha quedado sin recursos llegado hasta el colmo,
Desagradable vidilla de plomo poned el pomulo,
El lomo y todo y no encontrar un solo, camino apto,
Bien sabe Dios que si no pacto con diablo, ni hablo ni capto.
Ni relajo mis taquicardias, rabias,
De un par de dias, varias,
Sobre mis sandalias,
Busco el porque de este sin nombre,
Busco todo aquello que se esconde,
Detras del uniforme,
De mi inconsciente,
Quiero vivir lejos de la gente,
Con mi familia siguiente,
Y que niños no me nazcan en probetas,
Quiero un niño y una niña no muy fumetas,
Y los dos poetas,
Y el Pirineo como entorno,
Y no ver como engordo,
En un sofa de una ciudad que gira entorno a,
Su propio intento,
De salir del pueblo y codearse con cierto,
Amor desierto,

Y tu,
¡porque no me cuentas algo nuevo?
Niño, quizás sea por miedo a mi dominio,
Quizas sea por miedo al exterminio,
Todos intentan ser alguien,
Chachi o maca,
Y yo tengo momentos como todos,
Momentos de lucidez, si,
Momentos de pasar de todo,
Tengo momentos que estoy tan mongolo,
Que jodo maño la estamos dando desde luego,
Hazte otra "L", y que el humo suba, suba,
Quema, lia, enchufa, fuma y rula
Y prepara otro,
Que vamos de viaje al paraiso de esta china o de esta flor de loto,

Dejemos de bailar con esta vida,
Pintada con maquillaje y disfrazada de chica fina,
Todos sabemos que no se puede,
Hacer que depresiones nos consuelen,
Prisiones nos huelen, aunque,
No dejare que nadie impida, que mis pensamientos vuelen,
A pan y agua nos mantienen,
A mi me da igual lo que piensen,
Pobrecitos de ellos que no sienten,
Y hacen lo de todos,
Agua que no has de beber,
Dejar correr,
Sería lo mas sabio que podria hacer tu lengua viperina

Yo tengo un mundo,
Y un cielo,
Y un mar de dudas,
Que no se si quiero, de veras prefiero
Vivir alejado del pastor aquél al que llaman dinero,
Que yo no quiero ser cordero,
Apartao del rebaño estará Rapsus,
Homo homini lupus,
Mi manada de lobitus, no.
Siempre bailando con la vida mas fea,
Con la vida mas perra.

¡Bailando Con Lobos!

Dancing With Wolves

Poor this angel, always with problems on his back,
Why doesn't this prison let me see the dawn?
Nobody saves me, yeah,
I had to go to the dance with an ugly life, aaaile,
They broke my heart and I have it glued together with superglue,
Since I was 4, 5 or 6 years old,
Thank you,
But you should know that I have cravings
And hopes that everything will end well,
That I want a hundred of your evils,
To study them and not be short of resources, no,
I know there's someone out there listening to my thoughts,
Without even having to express them,
I thank him, Carlos, Leo,
Marga and Abel, Barbara, Sharif, Oscar, Hazhe and other brothers,
Come on, I throw, go ahead, and look at the past,
And I'm still tired of being tired of,
Dying for my state,
Sleeping in a bad mood,
And disgusted with the past, what a bitch!

Now that I was starting to get used to something, of course,
You smoke 8 joints while fasting, you drink 3 beers,
You eat badly and sleep little, I don't know what you're complaining about,
You are not active,
You evade without reason,
Sedentary life,
It's the shelter of this friend of mine,
Now that I was starting to get used to something, of course,
I can't let myself fall,
I'd have to go back up,
Go back to losing,
Go back to suffering,
Having to go back to that point of view of power,
Go back to go back to go back,
Words are carried away by the air,

Call me Don Diego, or Don Nobody,
Or look for me on the street, ye ye,
Or get out of the cave of street silence where I found you,
Come, where oblivion has no name,
Where happiness belongs to us, and man does not dwell,
Fish, big eats the small, and the rich eats the poor, oh,
The story is about,
This ugly life that we had to dance with that day yesterday with enormous terror,
Legend has it that this beggar,
That this jungle boy plays with fire and doesn't get burned,
What does it matter if the subject,
We, come out later, that I stay contemplating,
Since I'm a little drunk and I don't care,
Dancing with the ugliest, dancing with the bitchiest life,
The bitchiest life...

¡Dancing with wolves!

The old elm told me,
Human being has been left without resources reaching the top,
Unpleasant little lead life put the cheekbone,
The loin and everything and not finding a single, suitable path,
God knows well that if I don't make a pact with the devil, I don't speak or capture.
Neither do I relax my tachycardia, anger,
From a couple of days, several,
On my sandals,
I look for the reason for this nameless,
I look for everything that hides,
Behind the uniform,
Of my unconscious,
I want to live away from people,
With my next family,
And that children are not born to me in test tubes,
I want a boy and a girl, not too stoned,
And both poets,
And the Pyrenees as an environment,
And not see how fat I get,
On a sofa in a city that revolves around,
Its own attempt,
To get out of town and rub shoulders with certain,
Love deserted,

And you,
Why don't you tell me something new?
Child, perhaps it is for fear of my dominion,
Perhaps it is for fear of extermination,
Everyone tries to be someone,
Chachi or maca,
And I have moments like everyone else,
Moments of lucidity, yes,
Moments to move on from everything,
I have moments when I'm so dumb,
That jodo maño we are giving it of course,
Make yourself another "L", and let the smoke rise, rise,
Burn, lia, plug in, smoke and roll
And prepare another,
That we are going on a trip to the paradise of this china or this lotus flower,

Let's stop dancing with this life,
Painted with makeup and disguised as a fine girl,
We all know that you can't,
Make depressions comfort us,
Prisons smell us, although,
I will not let anyone prevent my thoughts from flying,
They keep us on bread and water,
I don't care what they think,
Poor them that don't feel,
And they do everyone's,
Water that you should not drink,
Let it run,
It would be the wisest thing your viperine tongue could do

I have a world,
And a heaven,
And a sea of doubts,
That I don't know if I want, I really prefer
Live away from the shepherd they call money,
That I don't want to be a lamb,
Rapsus will be separated from the flock,
Homo homini lupus,
My pack of little wolves, no.
Always dancing with the ugliest life,
With the bitchiest life.

¡Dancing With Wolves!