Paroles et traduction Santiuve - Pan para hoy, Peter para mañana

Pan para hoy, Peter para mañana

Palpo el llano, pópolo y el palco,
La cúpula y la pulpa y caigo como se
Me caen los ovnis del techo del cuarto
No me jacto de mi éxito no persigo algo exacto
Pongo los pies en el suelo y sufro el impacto.
En la sopa primordial de mi charco no hay cálculo ni
Calco, soy auténtico, no lo intento no, no me enfrento
Si no a lo que defiendo por miedo a defender la
Mie que defienden tantos, y lo hago sin pudor.
Sé a donde voy, claro,
No sé lo que me encontraré al contrario
Solo hay contratiempos no me desperdiciaré.
Si me entrego a mi cuerpo y desprecio a mi alma
La verdad será una cárcel la condicional, perecer.
No sé lo que busco,
No sé qué me alegra ni de qué me
Asusto, mi exhaustivo estudio nunca me ilustró.
Filosofías que no merecen bustos,
Músicas que no merecen woodstocks, poesía sin gusto...

Y da igual,
Estoy metido hasta el cuello ya no puedo escapar, solo creer en ello.
Y si algún día me da Bimbo me haré tostadas y
Si no pues lo que haya pero con los dedos, OH.
Me dijeron que el rap era una gincana y,
Que casi siempre es pan para hoy, Peter para mañana y
No me da miedo, no me da la gana.

Tengo una duda,
Que más quisiera tengo más de una, l
A histeria moral de mis fobias fuma, yo no.
El día que salí a comerme el mundo mi ego ayunó, ni siquiera desayuno.
Supe eludir el mal humor con humor,
Pasé ITV's por los pelos, ¿tú no? La vida no era un rumor.
Y ante el rubor de un cielo ya amedrentado a lo
Tonto ya me ha arrancado el dolor le escribo al pasado.
Años y años de fuga, cimas de nadie, d
Ruidas del aire, frailes de la vida impura.
Jugar por jugar, que todo suma, tú verás, s
I valen la pena las penas, o el boomerang de ojeras húmedas
Ya volverá no temas,
La condición humana, sus cadenas, ya me sonaba, eso era.
Lo entiendo todo, válgame la vida entera,
Siempre fui el mejor que no se enteran, no se enteran.

Y da igual,
Estoy metido hasta el cuello ya no puedo escapar, solo creer en ello.
Y si algún día me da Bimbo me haré tostadas y
Si no pues lo que haya pero con los dedos, OH.
Me dijeron que el rap era una gincana y,
Que casi siempre es pan para hoy, Peter para mañana y
No me da miedo, no me da la gana.

Bread for Today, Hunger for Tomorrow

I feel the plains, the people, and the stage,
The dome and the pulp, and I fall like
UFOs falling from my bedroom ceiling.
I don't boast about my success, I don't chase anything exact,
I put my feet on the ground and suffer the impact.
In the primordial soup of my puddle, there's no calculation or
Tracing, I'm authentic, I don't try, I don't confront
Anything but what I defend, for fear of defending the
Fear that so many defend, and I do it without shame.
I know where I'm going, of course,
I don't know what I'll find on the contrary,
There are only setbacks, I won't waste myself.
If I surrender to my body and despise my soul,
The truth will be a prison, the condition, to perish.
I don't know what I'm looking for,
I don't know what makes me happy or what
Scares me, my exhaustive study never enlightened me.
Philosophies that don't deserve busts,
Music that doesn't deserve woodstocks, tasteless poetry...

And it doesn't matter,
I'm in over my head, I can't escape anymore, I can only believe in it.
And if Bimbo ever gives me something, I'll make toast and
If not, then whatever there is, but with my fingers, OH.
They told me rap was an obstacle course, and
That it's almost always bread for today, hunger for tomorrow and
I'm not afraid, I don't feel like it.

I have a doubt,
More than one, I wish I had more, l
The moral hysteria of my phobias smokes, I don't.
The day I went out to eat the world, my ego fasted, I didn't even have breakfast.
I knew how to avoid bad moods with humor,
I passed inspections by the skin of my teeth, didn't you? Life wasn't a rumor.
And before the blush of a sky already frightened to the
Fool has already ripped out the pain, I write to the past.
Years and years of escape, summits of nobody, d
Noises of the air, friars of impure life.
Playing for the sake of playing, that everything adds up, you'll see, s
If the sorrows are worth it, or the boomerang of wet dark circles
It will come back, don't worry,
The human condition, its chains, it sounded familiar, that's what it was.
I understand everything, may my whole life be worth it,
I was always the best that they don't know, they don't know.

And it doesn't matter,
I'm in over my head, I can't escape anymore, I can only believe in it.
And if Bimbo ever gives me something, I'll make toast and
If not, then whatever there is, but with my fingers, OH.
They told me rap was an obstacle course, and
That it's almost always bread for today, hunger for tomorrow and
I'm not afraid, I don't feel like it.