Paroles et traduction Sargentorap - Mi Secreto

Mi Secreto

Dicen que es un pinche don
Para mi es algo inesesario
Veo, escucho y siento muertos mas a menudo que a diario
Me despiertan en las noches, no dejan de molestar
Si Cagan él palo es por algo pero ni se dejan ayudar
Empecé con todo esto por ahí de las 9
Viendo y oyendo cosas leves en puros momentos breves,
Mis primeros escalofrios, mi primera piel chinita,
Habiendo tantas dimensiones, porque se sienten tan serquitas?
Hablan aladito de mi oído, mil bocas al mismo tiempo,
Con tanta desesperación no entiendo nada aunque lo intento
Aveces me hablan de voz en voz y me asusta esa claridad
Estando solo en mi habitación
SIENTO TODO AL SUDAR
E sentido a alguien tendido conmigo en la misma cama
Su energía hace frío y como se hunde hasta la almohada,
Me sacan pedos cada rato siento que tronaran mi cuello
No se si son personas malas que me quieren llevar con ellos
En que les puedo ayudar?, abrance al chile de un avestruz
Tal ves me ven como una clave pa' encaminarlos a la luz
Cuando me topo uno de frente no dice ni pío
Como quieren que haga sus pendientes teniendo mil pendientes mios
Que se me inflamó él cerebro, que él sentido se despierta,
Me vale mi mente abierta no quiero ver gente muerta
Si mi alma no esta en oferta no debería preocuparme
Dicen ignoralos pero seria matarme y luego ignorarlo
Por mucho tiempo en silecion tratando de no enloquecer
Mi secreto a medias lo compartí con mis padres y una mujer
Mi mayor temor era que me vieran como mentiroso
Como un típico mocoso queriendo llamar la atención
Apoco, no, no cualquiera entiende mis canciones,
No son suposiciones, alucines, ni son sugestiones
No vivo en la tumba pero en algo si me enfoco
Solo que soy cabrón y no soy un pinche loco!

My Secret

They say he's a big shot,
But to me, it's unnecessary.
I see, hear, and feel dead people more often than daily.
They wake me up at night, they won't stop bothering me.
If they're pissing him off, it's for a reason, but they won't even let themselves be helped.
I started all this around 9 o'clock.
Seeing and hearing little things in brief moments.
My first chills, my first goosebumps.
With so many dimensions, why do they feel so close?
They whisper in my ear, a thousand voices at once,
With such desperation, I don't understand anything, though I try.
Sometimes they speak to me out loud, and that clarity frightens me,
When I'm alone in my room.
I FEEL IT ALL WHEN I SWEAT.
I've felt someone lying with me in the same bed.
Their energy is cold, and they sink into the pillow.
They fart on me all the time, I feel like they're going to snap my neck.
I don't know if they're bad people who want to take me with them.
How can I help them? Ask them yourself, you ostrich.
Maybe they see me as a key to guiding them to the light.
When I come face to face with one, they don't say a peep.
How do they expect me to take care of their business when I have a thousand of my own?
That my brain has swollen, that the sense has awakened,
I don't care if my mind is open, I don't want to see dead people.
If my soul is not for sale, I shouldn't have to worry.
They say to ignore them, but that would be like killing myself and then ignoring it.
For a long time, in silence, trying not to go crazy.
I shared my secret halfway with my parents and a woman.
My greatest fear was that they would see me as a liar,
As a typical brat trying to get attention.
Come on, no, not everyone understands my songs,
They're not guesses, hallucinations, or suggestions.
I don't live in the grave, but I do focus on something.
It's just that I'm a badass and I'm not a fucking madman!