Paroles et traduction Sule B feat. Recycled J - Seven

Seven

REYCLEDJ
Y yo aqui llorando ron
me estoy deborando sin usar cuchillo y tenedor
y yo aqui llorando ron
con 12 pecados y una bolsa en el contenedor
y yo aqui llorando ron
y yo aqui llorandote.
y yo aqui llorandote.
Sule B:
Tengo el Mundo en un dedo.
Mira como sigue girando.
La historia la escribe el que gana,
y yo sigo ganando.
Volver solo esquivando cuerpos
El suelo estaba lleno
Yo me sigo preguntando,
quienes son los malos
quienes son los buenos.
Aun recuerdo lo de que aquel verano
Delitos y pecados,
Ni dioses ni abogados, contigo pegado.
Crucificado, sin cruz, ni leyes ni estado.
No respondo ante nadie, mentiré en el estrado.
Mis bros enganchados, jodidos...
Y yo persiguiendo latidos.
Ya está decidido, si no vuelves me tiro.
Volver a empezar buscando un principio mejor
Volver a empezar y arreglar el error
No se de Karma
Salvad mi alma, que no se de amor.
RecycledJ
100 pecados... Oh lord, te juro que no he cambiado... Tengo pecados con tu nombre y black money en el sobre para comprarte lo que no compra el money
1000 pecados... Y no, ven acércate a mi lado. Tengo el tejado lleno de pecados y de gatos negros maullándole al barrio
Y yo aqui llorando ron, dales el recado a los que me quisieron lapidado, atado de pies y manos solo por estar a tu lado. Solo por haberte robado un pedazo de corazón (Sus novios hablan de Risaico)
Y hablar a mentes de barro, al camello, al expresidiario, a los chicos de caras largas y culos lindos del barrio. Mastico la vida pecado a pecado, bocado a bocado, ensayo y error; yo yo!
No soy Warhol pero estoy hecho un cuadro, ma, dámelo. Te cambio un bocado por un pecado o dos.
Chicos drogados, marionetas del barrio... Maniatados por el ansia de probarlo... How long? how long? despacio...
Chicos drogados, marionetas del barrio... Extraños que antes eran mis bros... Benz Benz Benz Recycled

Seven

REYCLEDJ
And I'm here crying Ron
i'm struggling without using a knife and fork
and I'm here crying Ron
with 12 sins and a bag in the bin
and I'm here crying Ron
and I'm here crying to you.
and I'm here crying to you.
Sule B:
I have the world on one finger.
Look how it keeps spinning.
History is written by the one who wins,
and I keep winning.
Back alone dodging bodies
The floor was full
I keep asking myself,
who are the bad guys
who are the good guys.
I still remember that summer
Crimes and sins,
No gods or lawyers, stuck with you.
Crucified, without a cross, neither laws nor state.
I answer to no one, I will lie on the stand.
My bros hooked, fucked up...
And I'm chasing beats.
It's already decided, if you don't come back I'll throw myself.
Starting over looking for a better beginning
To start over and fix the error
I don't know about Karma
Save my soul, I don't know about love.
RecycledJ
100 sins... Oh Lord, I swear I haven't changed... I got sins with your name and black money in the envelope to buy you what money doesn't buy
1000 sins... And no, come closer to me. I've got the roof full of sins and black cats meowing at the neighborhood
And I'm here crying Ron, give the message to those who wanted me stoned, bound hand and foot just for being by your side. Just for having stolen a piece of your heart (Her boyfriends talk about Risaico)
And talking to mud minds, to the drug dealer, to the ex-prisoner, to the guys with long faces and cute asses in the neighborhood. I chew life sin by sin, bite by bite, trial and error; yo yo!
I'm not Warhol but I'm made a painting, Ma, give it to me. I'll trade you a bite for a sin or two.
Stoned kids, neighborhood puppets... Maniacated by the urge to try it... How long? how long? slowly...
Stoned kids, neighborhood puppets... Strangers who used to be my bros... Benz Benz Benz Recycled