Paroles et traduction Rayden - Gargantua

Gargantua

Deja que hablen
Que se suban y suman
Que presuman de alas, de cera y de plumas
Ícaro, que ninguno bajará la luna

Deja que atraiga los focos
Que busque la foto y las ponga a la alfombra
Deja que atraiga las moscas
Que yo soy el pasto que crece en la sombra

Deja que se crean los nuevos ritmos
Que se crean jeques, Tío Gilito
Que no toco bola
Toco el cora' con un gusto exquisito

Que ya te lo dije
Que a mí no me comen cuando ni siquiera me tragan
Dejad que derrochen
Parecen el crío que pule su primera paga

Que les oigan de fondo
Pero que en el fondo me escuchen a mí
Luego que suenen frescos
Os dejen fríos, bolsillos llenos, sartén vacío

Mucho artificio el que veo
Mucho postureo el que veo
Pero algo no cuadra cuando el que te canta saluda
Y usa el Auto-Tune hasta para dar gracias (¡palabra!)

No me lo creo, no me los creo, no se lo creen
Se autoparodian haciendo un papel
Que me sé de pe a pa, vaya paripé

Se vanaglorian sin saber de qué
Si más bien nos hacen un flaco favor
Por cada billete lanzado en un vídeo
La música pierde todo su valor

Hmm, no me digan que no os avisé
Mucho invento, mucho intento de
Todo lo que se hace en USA
Mucha copia, mucho control C

Mucha pose, mucho maniquí
Poca musa, mucho marketing
Simpre tienen algo que contar
Pero pocas saben qué decir

Ah, deja que coja las llaves del carro
Y que quemen rueda
Que tallen la cara en madera
Y en piezas de barro, que creen escuela

Que estén de la modo, ¡qué rayos!
Que sean la moda y les ponga la estrella
Y que luego se estrellan con letras vacías
Cuando toda moda sea pasajera

Deja que miren por encima o se miren solo al ombligo
Que se pierdan en su continente
Y lo antepongan a dar contenido

Que contenten a un cliente objetivo
Llamando producto a lo que llamo ruido
Donde un uno porciento es extracto
El resto son aditivos

Y sé que me miran mal
Pero nunca cambiará el plan
Sin miedo al miedo, sin miedo a lo que dirán
Me miran de reojo
Pero odiar es para flojos

Y sé que me miran mal
Pero nunca cambiará el plan
Sin miedo al miedo, sin miedo a lo que dirán
Me miran de reojo
Pero odiar es para flojos

Deja que caigan en la dejadez
En la cola mordida del pez, en la ostentación
Que caigan las torres más altas sin manos que van de farol

A todo impostor que deja escenarios
Como escenas del crimen
Matando este arte
Cada vez que se canta lo que no se vive

Deja que se arruinen y aprendan de nuevo
Y de nuevo vuelvan a ser la persona
Que dejen de hablar de dinero o al menos que sea en otro idioma

Que yo solo sé tres idiomas
Directo, de frente y con huevos
Palabras grabadas a fuego
No son solo pólvora, no son fogueo

Duele como pelotas de goma
Como injusticias, como recortes, como pagar a la corte
Como el rescate de muertos en alta mar
Que huyen de la muerte sin pasaporte

Como corruptos que generan odio
Para que encierren después al ratero
Que por el atraco lo escriban en un folio

Como monopolios que pagan miserias
Como programas de tele que asedian
Como buitres por el morbo
A familias que sufren tragedias

Y demás temas que tocan la fibra
Y supuran haciendo que yo las describa
Yo por eso escribo
Para hacer que se cierre la herida
¿Y tú por qué escribes?

Y sé que me miran mal
Pero nunca cambiará el plan
Sin miedo al miedo, sin miedo a lo que dirán
Me miran de reojo
Pero odiar es para flojos

Y sé que me miran mal
Pero nunca cambiará el plan
Sin miedo al miedo, sin miedo a lo que dirán
Me miran de reojo
Pero odiar es para flojos

Yo soy puro amor

Gargantua

Let them talk, my dear
Let them climb and sum
Let them boast of wings, of wax and feathers
Icarus, none will bring the moon down

Let them attract the spotlight's glare
Seek the photo op and flaunt it everywhere
Let them attract the flies
For I am the grass that grows in the shade, wise

Let them think they've crafted new beats
Believe they're sheiks, Scrooge McDuck, elites
I don't play ball, you see
I touch the heart with exquisite artistry

I've told you before, my love
They can't eat me if they can't even shove
Let them waste their wealth and fame
Like a child polishing his first paycheck, it's a shame

Let them be heard in the background noise
But deep down, let them hear my voice
Let them sound fresh, a fleeting trend
Leave you cold, pockets full, but a frying pan empty, my friend

So much artifice I see
So much posturing, believe me
But something's off when the singer greets
And uses Auto-Tune even to give thanks in the streets (word!)

I don't believe them, they don't believe themselves, it's a lie
They self-parody, playing a role, oh my
I know it by heart, what a charade

They boast without knowing why, it's sad
Doing us a disservice, that's bad
For every bill thrown in a video's scene
Music loses its value, it's obscene

Hmm, don't say I didn't warn you, dear
So much invention, so much attempt to appear
Like everything done in the USA
So much copying, control C all the way

So much posing, mannequins on display
Little muse, just marketing's sway
They always have something to impart
But few know what to say from the heart

Ah, let me grab the car keys, let's ride
And let them burn rubber with pride
Carve their faces in wood, it's their way
And in pieces of clay, let them create their own clay

Let them be in vogue, what the heck!
Let them be the trend, get the star on their neck
And then crash with empty lyrics, it's true
When all trends fade, what will they do?

Let them look down their noses or at their own navel
Lost in their continent, unable
To prioritize giving content that's real

Let them please a target clientele
Calling product what I call noise, it's a tale
Where one percent is extract, pure and raw
The rest are additives, that's the law

And I know they look at me with disdain
But the plan will never change, it's plain
Without fear of fear, of what they'll say
They glance sideways, come what may
But hating is for the weak, I say

And I know they look at me with disdain
But the plan will never change, it's plain
Without fear of fear, of what they'll say
They glance sideways, come what may
But hating is for the weak, I say

Let them fall into laziness' hold
In the fish's bitten tail, ostentation bold
Let the tallest towers fall without hands, a bluff we see

To every impostor who leaves stages bare
Like crime scenes, beyond compare
Killing this art, it's a cruel game
Every time they sing what they don't live, it's a shame

Let them go broke and learn anew
And once again become the person true
Let them stop talking about money, or at least in another tongue

For I only know three languages, my song
Direct, head-on, with guts and might
Words engraved in fire, burning bright
Not just gunpowder, not a mere display

It hurts like rubber bullets, come what may
Like injustices, cuts, paying the court's fee
Like rescuing the dead at sea
Fleeing death without a passport, you see

Like corrupt officials who breed hate's fire
So they can lock up the thief, their desire
Let the robbery be written on a page, their game

Like monopolies paying measly wages, it's a shame
Like TV shows that besiege and intrude
Like vultures drawn to morbid food
Families suffering tragedies untold

And other issues that touch the soul so deep
Festering, making me describe the weep
That's why I write, can't you see?
To help the wound finally heal, set it free
And why do you write, tell me?

And I know they look at me with disdain
But the plan will never change, it's plain
Without fear of fear, of what they'll say
They glance sideways, come what may
But hating is for the weak, I say

And I know they look at me with disdain
But the plan will never change, it's plain
Without fear of fear, of what they'll say
They glance sideways, come what may
But hating is for the weak, I say

I am pure love, come what may