Paroles et traduction Zénit con Blade - 666

666

El dia que plasme esto en un papel viajaba en tren,
Era el tercer aniversario de una guerra en oriente proximo,
Que puso un ambiente toxico en mi sien
Para siempre desde mi punto optico ya ven,
Vengo y lo suelto en esta pista,
Si oscuro es el futuro que le auguro no es porque sea pesimista,
Esque ya es oscuro el cristal a traves del que se tiene que mirar,
Lanzo dardos que se claven en tu mente al rapear!
Es de cronista,
Tengo una espinita clavada en el corazon y se me enquista,
Pues sueños se pueden hacer realidad,
Y si soñé ser terrorista y acabar,
Con el culpable de la ivasion de Irak,
Es culpa mia que aun exista.
Se me escapo la ira me atrapo y nublo mi vista,
Cagada tras cagada de un governante aumenta la lista,
El daño irreparable aun perdura
Y Aun asi tienen la cara dura de exigir soluciones,
Despues de permitir las acciones
Mas irresponsables de la historia si no falla mi memoria,
Usted tiene una trayectoria que olvidar...
Señor aznar usted de franco poco dista,
Usted y blair son ratas,
Busco a un hamelin el flautista
Diabolico con el rap de antagonista.
Lideres de el gobierno de un infierno
Eterno solo en mi cuaderno continua siendo invierno soy realista!
Ese trio de demonios es fascista,
Yo solo un artista no hay mas que decir,
Esto no es una entrevista de revista
En la que insista un periodista
No voy a mentir el rap es mi exorcista!
Gobernantes solo piensan en petroLleo no en el pueblo.
Yo plasmo en este folio lo que pienso lo que piensa el pueblo
Nada es igual si gobernantes todo de mierda cubren,
Deberia ser igual aprendan del hiP hop movement.
FUCK THE GOBERMENT

666

The day I set this down on paper, I was traveling in a train,
It was the third anniversary of a war in the Middle East,
Which put a toxic atmosphere in my temple
Forever as you can see from my point of view,
I come and drop this track,
If the future I see looks bleak, it's not because I'm pessimistic,
It's because the glass through which you have to look is already dark,
I throw darts that pierce your mind as I rap!
It's from a chronicler,
I have a thorn in my heart and it festers,
Because dreams can come true,
And if I dreamed of being a terrorist to kill,
The one responsible for the invasion of Iraq,
It's my fault that he still exists.
My anger flared, took control, and clouded my vision,
Mistake after mistake by a leader adds to the list,
The irreparable damage still lingers
And even so they have the audacity to demand solutions,
After enabling the actions
Most irresponsible in history, if my memory serves me right,
You have a past to forget...
Mr. Aznar, you're not far from Franco,
You and Blair are rats,
I seek a Pied Piper the flautist
Diabolical with the rap antagonist.
Leaders of a government from a hell
Eternal, only in my notebook, it remains winter, I am a realist!
This trio of demons is fascist,
I'm just an artist, there's nothing more to say,
This is no magazine interview
In which a journalist persists
I will not lie rap is my exorcist!
Governments only think of oil, not of the people.
I write down in this letter what I think, what the people think
Nothing is the same if the rulers cover everything with shit,
It should be equal, learn from the hip-hop movement.
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT