Текст и перевод песни Agorazein - Fuera del Barrio

Fuera del Barrio

Fuera del barrio, no hay calendario,
Rulando por el centro con un plan precario,
Código binario en cualquier vecindario,
Bajar a por la compra sin bajar el salario.
Mira mis manos, huele mi ropa
Miraba a los mayores pelearse en el Goya,
Yo tuve un Plan A, un Plan B, un Plan C y Agorazein,
Algo se quema si no hierve.
Es mi cruce, tu cruce, todo está en tu sien,
Mi barrio es mi gente, sé que siempre lo fue,
Sigo con 6 'N The Mornin' knocking at my door
Pero no es la policía, no, sigo real.
Yo soy de los que le compraban al Tore
Cuando se hablaba de los robos del city
Yo soy de los de dame un jodido cigarro,
Jugando al mus con bocadillos de guarro del Martin.
Siem-pre fuera de allí,
Lo que fuera pero fuera de allí,
Estaba bien, era siem-pre fuera de allí,
Lo que fuera pero fuera de allí,
Estaba bien, ey, Putxo, tienes que volver, lo sé,
Las horas no me guardan lo que tuve que hacer.
En el barrio nunca te han esperado, ¿y qué?
Aún tiene mis pompas, aún tiene mi piel.

Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio, del barrio.
Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio, del barrio.

Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio, del barrio.
Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio.

Yo represento el centro,
Fuera del barrio aunque lo lleve bien dentro,
Con los noventa, los duros, las pesetas,
Bajar a la plaza desde la octava en chancletas.
Subidos en la acera, era lona roja,
Y ahora es panoja, es corre y cógela,
Y si no pillas no puedes,
Tienes que cambiar, chulo, tienes que cambiar.
Estamos en rulo constante,
Ayer lo que pensaste, hoy lo tienes delante,
Nunca he cambiado mi sangre,
Yo soy yo, puta, olvida el nombre.
Tenga un truco o tenga un trato,
Recuerdo cada banco del parque, cada escenario
Y hasta la polla del curro,
Paz para los turnos de noche, eh, fuera del barrio.
No hay paz sin verdugo dentro del texto,
Miro las tiendas, Gran Vía, contando el suelto,
Yo lo qui-se así, déjalo mama, ya no pienses en esto.
I don't give a fuck, como mi hombre,
A veces tengo un don, no viene siempre,
Mirándome las manos pienso en que me das tú,
Ahí fuera falsos como Solaar traicionando a Guru.

Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio, del barrio.
Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio, del barrio.

Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio, del barrio.
Fuera del barrio,
Fuera del barrio.

Outside the Neighborhood

Outside the neighborhood, there's no calendar,
Rolling through downtown with a precarious plan,
Binary code in any neighborhood,
Going down for groceries without lowering my salary.
Look at my hands, smell my clothes
I used to watch the older guys fight in Goya,
I had a Plan A, a Plan B, a Plan C, and Agorazein,
Something burns if it doesn't boil.
It's my crossroads, your crossroads, it's all in your temple,
My neighborhood is my people, I know it always has been,
I still have 6 'N The Mornin' knocking at my door
But it's not the police, no, I'm still real.
I'm one of those who bought from Tore
When the talk was about the city's robberies
I'm one of those who give me a fucking cigarette
Playing mus with piggy sandwiches from Martin.
Al-ways out of there,
Whatever but out of there,
It was okay, it was al-ways out of there,
Whatever but out of there,
It was okay, hey, Putxo, you have to come back, I know,
The hours don't keep what I had to do.
In the neighborhood they've never waited for you, so what?
My pompas, my skin still has it.

Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood, the neighborhood.
Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood, the neighborhood.

Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood, the neighborhood.
Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood.

I represent downtown,
Outside the neighborhood although I carry it well inside,
With the nineties, the hard ones, the pesetas,
Going down to the square from the eighth in flip-flops.
Up on the sidewalk, it was red tarp,
And now it's a panicle, run and grab it,
And if you don't get it you can't,
You have to change, jerk, you have to change.
We're in constant rotation,
Yesterday what you thought, today you have it in front of you,
I've never changed my blood,
I'm me, bitch, forget the name.
Have a trick or have a deal,
I remember every bench in the park, every stage
And even the cock of work,
Peace for the night shifts, hey, outside the neighborhood.
There is no peace without an executioner in the text,
I look at the shops, Gran Vía, counting the change,
I want-ed it like this, leave it mama, don't think about it anymore.
I don't give a fuck, like my man,
Sometimes I have a gift, it doesn't always come,
Looking at my hands I think of what you give me,
Out there false like Solaar betraying Guru.

Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood, the neighborhood.
Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood, the neighborhood.

Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood, the neighborhood.
Outside the neighborhood,
Outside the neighborhood.