No Te Pierdas (feat. MC Unabez) - Aerstame , Mc Unabez перевод на английский

No Te Pierdas (feat. MC Unabez)

Hey yo
Por aca los sueños acabaron, terminaron
Muchos empezaron con pasto seco prensao paraguayo
No e un engaño que la kalule anda por el barrio
Haciendo helao por las noches pa terminar volandose en mayo
En los baños de los colegios
Se ven los daños
Los niños ya no dibujan las casas ni las familias tomas de la mano
Ahora con 12 años su mayor trofeo
Pal dia de la madre estar en casa y nunca haber encanao
A los 14 ya tuvieron ma de un fierro en la
Mano y con 15 el balance le dice el es malo
Al barro se cayeron familias completas
Empezaron viendo cigarros
Copete maltrato y mucha violencia
En muchos casos tenian todo
Y quearon de paos
La vida los llamo
Pero que? ellos taan volaos
A si que no escucharon
Y se quearon sentaos dopaos
Esperando al otro soldao
Que les sacara el siguiente pescao
Llegan a casa la maima los espera
Se encierran rapido evitan conversar en la cena
La mayoria piensa que pasa piola y se enajena
Pero mama se desvela hace tiempo las noches
Las pasa en vela la angustia la ciega la pena
Sabe que al niño de la casa lo acecha la gangrena
Si no lo frena puede ser efisema puede ser tarde ser inutil
Pa un chico metio en problema
Pa no sufrir no hay que volarse
Hay que despailarse abrir la mente
Respirar y despejarse
Ey compare
No espere caer en cana
Que hasta los mas piolas
Partieron fumando marihuana

Quilicura providencia
Vitacura independencia
Son duras diferencias
Que aun perduran convigencia
En esta sociedad de clase
La desigualdad la hace la clase alta
Cagandose a too el perraje

Ella no saca saque de esquina
Sino que saca saque de coca
Con poca money sus hobies
Le echaron la foca su cuerpo en roca
Y su dignidad esta rota
Se agota mal enfoca
Su borca el se disloca
Azota su brazo masoca y la angustia invoca
No hay grandes pasos solo pasos ...
De este pelmazo
Acaso este caso es escaso directo al fracaso
Pasta chicota pencasos y quieren balazos
Arraso odio todo por vaso
Parece un maniaco de flaco este pellacohipocondriaco
Pa su familia no es gracia
Mas bien es desgracia
Gracias base pasta inserta en la clase baja
Son frases francas que tratan los platanos en everybody
Tales por cuales letales
Sus actividades
Y hoy llaman a su madre y su padre
El igual sale que planes y afanes
No valen su vida esta en jaque
Ademas que se opaque
Con masacre o sera que por vicios ficticios letales males
Chupa la ke la merca y el saque la vida terca y el wea de mate
Lo penca es caer sin saer que rayos
Trae esta puta vida y distrae
Atrae mas cadena mas condenas y esconde mas quema sus penas
Pues frena su mas lindo lema
Futuro sin quincena
Y sin cena
Se esmera con si mismo
Y a su dignidad
Escupe flema

Quilicura providencia
Vitacura independencia
Son duras diferencias
Que aun perduran convigencia
En esta sociedad de clase
La desigualdad la hace la clase alta
Cagandose a too el perraje

Don't Get Lost (feat. MC Unabez)

Hey yo
Around here the dreams ended, they finished
Many started with dry pressed Paraguayan grass
It's no lie that the kalule goes through the neighborhood
Making ice cream at night to end up flying in May
In school bathrooms
Damage is seen
Children no longer draw houses or families holding hands
Now at 12 years old their biggest trophy
For Mother's Day to be at home and never have been locked up
At 14 they already had more than one piece in their
Hand and at 15 the balance tells him he is bad
Entire families fell into the mud
They started by watching cigarettes
Booze, abuse and lots of violence
In many cases they had everything
And they were left with paos
Life called them
But what? they are so high
So they didn't listen
And they stayed seated, doped up
Waiting for the next soldier
Who would take out the next fish
They arrive home, their mother waits for them
They lock themselves up quickly, avoiding talking at dinner
Most think it goes unnoticed and is alienated
But mama has been awake for a long time at night
She spends them awake, anguish blinds her, pain
She knows that the child of the house is stalked by gangrene
If he doesn't stop it it could be emphysema it could be late be useless
For a boy got into trouble
To avoid suffering you don't have to fly
You have to thresh open your mind
Breathe and wake up
Hey compare
Don't wait to fall into the cane
That even the coolest ones
They started smoking marijuana

Quilicura providence
Vitacura independence
They are tough differences
That still endure coexistence
In this class society
Inequality is made by the upper class
Shitting on all the perraje

She doesn't take a corner kick
But she takes coke out
With little money her hobbies
They threw her the seal her body in rock
And her dignity is broken
It runs out, focuses badly
Your borca he dislocates
Whip her arm masochist and anguish invokes
There are no big steps only steps ...
Of this jerk
Is this case scarce, directly to failure
Pasta chicota pencasos and they want bullets
I hate everything by glass
He looks like a skinny maniac, this hypochondriac lump
For his family it is not grace
Rather it is misfortune
Thank you, base paste inserted in the lower class
They are frank phrases that treat bananas in everybody
Such by which lethal
Your activities
And today they call his mother and father
He still comes out what plans and eagerness
They are not worth their life is in check
Besides, let it become opaque
With massacre or will it be that due to fictitious lethal evils
Suck the ke the merchandise and the sack the stubborn life and the wea de mate
The penca is to fall without knowing what rays
Bring this fucking life and distract
It attracts more chains, more sentences and hides more burns its sorrows
Well, stop your cutest motto
Future without fifteen
And without dinner
He strives with himself
And to your dignity
Spit phlegm

Quilicura providence
Vitacura independence
They are tough differences
That still endure coexistence
In this class society
Inequality is made by the upper class
Shitting on all the perraje