Cronik - Al2 El Aldeano перевод на английский

Cronik

Maricun, eh ya eh ya
Eh la champion, tu nos conoces,
El prófugo produce, deja que el aldeano abuse,
Es contigo no te hagas el bobo
Maricun, recibe, dale piña por la cara aja aja,
Déjate de abuso, música urbana, la comisión
Ya no aguanto ni una mentira mas, ni una mas, hasta donde y hasta cuando

(Aldo)
Un cambio de gente, mi gente necesita
Mas que amor rencor en nuestro interior habita
Perdón, pero la situación sigue igualita
Y nos siguen haciendo el cuento de la buena pipa,
La bondad como una flor en un búcaro se marchita
La juventud lleva un lema los problemas no se pitan (si)
A la mentira se le sigue dando pita
La verdad será un fantasma que de rodilla transita,
La maldad es una enfermedad que ya no se quita
Mucha necesidad ebrybare y esta en la luchita
Nadie interioriza, sabes porque se complica
Y después hasta pa reír en la cuadra te verifican,
El teacher de ingles en español vende tortica,
Si eres como quieres siempre alguien te critica
Por eso bebe hasta el final fuma hasta la patica
Que la belleza esta en el corazón donde radica
Yo no entiendo na'itica de lo que me explican
Si la buena moral como billete falsifican
La alegría, debes en cuando nos salpica
El transporte mejoro pero na empeora ahorita,
Como contrarrevolucionario se me clasifica
Porque lo que canto a unos cuantos les pica
O es que pa un trabajo se respeten estilista
Se tiene que llamar buena vista o socia clo la colmenita, (mire)
Señor no sea tan come mierdita
Que aquí al que Dios se lo da el estado se lo quita,
Yo se bien que usted un bistec a diario mastica
Y nos da dos libra brother mas pa tapar la letrica,
Quiero ver como pelea ande no sea mariquita
Si allí ve que pasa fuera su casita,
Casita no perdón mansión de novelita
Será que su hija a snoop doggs le esta dando las nalguita
Que desagradable las rimas que Aldo vomita
Por darle letrica a sus errores rectifican
Es mas, no me abracen mas a la banderita
Que me sabe a engaño todo lo que usted platica
Sigue pasando el tiempo aquí en mi cubita
Por eso Abel dijo haber me voy pa la llumita
Antes que le dijeran comunica
Busca este fin que salvo Elián pa ponerle una medallita
Gusta tanto que si te cogen una cartica
El charly va tener que dedicarte un programita
Y vas a ver lo que es un zapatazo en la cruz 80 hasta los 80 y sin bucita
Pica pica los mosquitos disfrazaos de abejita y a la guasasa le echan la culpita
Pero la guasasa ni pica ni hace ron (ya) pero molesta y mortifica
Tormenta de falsedad en la sociedad se pronostica
Un papel volvió a joder lo que en 10 años planifica
Y como la mentira trocha y mocha masifican
Con canciones como esta muchos se identifican
Mira que uno lucha se jode y se sacrifica
Y la falta de espiritualidad se multiplica
Así de fácil todo con el bloqueo lo justifican
Y realmente esto a ustedes no los perjudica

Discúlpame si lo hago sobre lo mojao
Pero mi arte sigue siendo censurado
Lo que pasa es que me escucho mucho y les molesta
Aceptar que mi Hip-Hop sigue siendo un Hip-Hop protesta
Yo no escribo pa pegarme no se equivoque
Lo que siento yo por esto no se lo imagina usted,
Lo que pasa es que usted si escribe pa pegarse
Y lamentablemente no ha pegado ni un moco en la pared

(Yo) como cualquiera eh cometido errores garrafales
Y me eh cogido con la puerta lo que suelta ese fecale,
No eh pisado tribunales no eh forsao jamás un yale
Pero me tiran por la planta y me salen antecedentes penales
Sigo fiel a mis sentimientos ideales
Sin entender porque la policía tiene tan pocos modales
Porque nos tratan como animales
Y multan al botero respete o no respete las señales,
Luego que si Chávez que si Evo morales
Que si la agricultura que si los hospitales
No miren mas pal lao que la candela es aquí
Y no digan por hay que aquí to's somos iguales,
Su mesa redonda no habla de clases sociales
Ni de los numerosos abusos policiales
Ustedes de verdad se creen que somos anormales
Hablen menos mierdas y resuelvan los problemas sociales
Por eso es que hay tantas salidas ilegales
Y el profe de historia termino su historia vendiendo tamales
Le dieron una mocha lo metieron en comunales
Y una escoba pa que barran en la habana to's los solares
Después escurralos arriba pa los corrales
Y me pongo a rapear luego por los 4 canales
Pa que vean en acción al violador de instrumentales
Vomitando manantiales de verdades que si valen
Yo no quiero, tenerlos como rivales
Ni sacar la sangre fría a sus nietos los cordales
Mas fuese interesante verlos en licra interisa
Bailando para nuestro pueblo en los carnavales
De hay entonces arriba pa los cañaverales
Y en vivo y en directo 6 disco de Sara González
Pa que vean que en cada cuadra no hay un comité
Si no baja un chibaton asomada en los portales
Y es que ninguno de ustedes son reales
Sus leyes para ustedes es bella pa pipo fatale
Bienvenidos a mi habana vegetariana
Donde la mañana el sol si pero la guagua a tiempo nunca sale
Hay gente pobre en los barrios residenciales
Y unos cuantos ladrones vestidos de oficiales
Un grupo invadido por los nietos de los generales
Que gracias a sus apellidos entran en to's lugares

Que tú quiere que disfrace mi frase la raspa (ja)
No me salen los timbales

Discúlpame si lo hago sobre lo mojao
Pero mi arte sigue siendo censurado
Lo que pasa es que me escucho mucho y les molesta
Aceptar que mi Hip-Hop sigue siendo un Hip-Hop protesta
Yo no escribo pa pegarme no se equivoque
Lo que siento yo por esto no se lo imagina usted,
Lo que pasa es que usted si escribe pa pegarse
Y lamentablemente no ha pegado ni un moco en la pared

Chronic

Maricun, yeah, yeah, yeah
She's the champion, you know us,
The fugitive produces, let the villager abuse,
It's with you, don't play dumb
Maricun, receive it, give her a pineapple in the face, haha, haha,
Stop the abuse, urban music, the commission
I can't stand one more lie, not one more, how far and until when

(Aldo)
A change of people, my people need
More than love, resentment dwells within us
Sorry, but the situation remains the same
And they keep telling us the story of the good pipe,
Goodness like a flower in a vase withers
Youth has a motto, problems are not pitted (yes)
The lie continues to be given pita
Truth will be a ghost that walks on its knees,
Evil is a disease that can no longer be removed
A lot of need to get drunk and this is in the struggle
Nobody internalizes, you know why it gets complicated
And then even to laugh in the block, they verify you,
The English teacher sells cake in Spanish,
If you are as you want, someone always criticizes you
That's why drink to the end, smoke to the little foot
That beauty is in the heart where it resides
I don't understand anything of what they explain to me
If good morals are counterfeited like a ticket
Joy, you must occasionally splash us
Transportation improved but nothing gets worse right now,
I am classified as a counterrevolutionary
Because what I sing stings a few
Or is it that for a job stylists are respected
It has to be called Buena Vista or partner clo la colmenita, (look)
Sir, don't be such a shit eater
That here to whom God gives it, the state takes it away,
I know well that you chew a steak every day
And you give us two more pounds brother to cover the lyrics,
I want to see how you fight where you are not a sissy
If there you see what happens outside your little house,
Little house, no, sorry, mansion from a soap opera
Could it be that your daughter is giving Snoop Dogg her ass
How unpleasant the rhymes that Aldo vomits
To give lyrics to their mistakes they rectify
What's more, don't hug the flag anymore
That everything you talk tastes like deceit to me
Time keeps passing here in my little cube
That's why Abel said, let me go to the little light
Before they told him to communicate
Look for this end that saved Elián to put a medal on him
He likes it so much that if they catch a little card from you
Charly is going to have to dedicate a little program to you
And you're going to see what a kick in the cross is, 80 to 80 and without a little pouch
Pica pica mosquitoes disguised as bees and they blame the guasasa
But the guasasa neither stings nor makes rum (already) but it bothers and mortifies
Storm of falsehood in society is forecast
A role returned to screw up what was planned in 10 years
And as the lie, bush and mocha massify
Many identify with songs like this
Look, one struggles, fucks up and sacrifices
And the lack of spirituality multiplies
It's that easy, they justify everything with the blockade
And this really doesn't hurt you

Excuse me if I do it over the wet one
But my art is still being censored
What happens is that they listen to me a lot and it bothers them
Accept that my Hip-Hop is still protest Hip-Hop
I don't write to hit, don't get me wrong
What I feel for this, you can't imagine,
What happens is that you do write to hit
And unfortunately you haven't even hit a booger on the wall

(I) like anyone have made egregious mistakes
And I have taken with the door what that fecal releases,
I have not stepped on courts, I have never forced a Yale
But they throw me on the floor and I get a criminal record
I remain true to my ideal feelings
Without understanding why the police have such bad manners
Why they treat us like animals
And they fine the bus driver whether or not they respect the signs,
Then if Chávez, if Evo Morales
That if agriculture, if hospitals
Don't look over there anymore, the fire is here
And don't say around here that we're all the same,
Your round table doesn't talk about social classes
Neither of the numerous police abuses
You really think we're abnormal
Talk less shit and solve social problems
That's why there are so many illegal departures
And the history teacher finished his story selling tamales
They gave him a mocha, they put him in communal
And a broom to sweep all the yards in Havana
Then corner them up to the pens
And then I start rapping on all 4 channels
So that they can see the rapist of instrumentals in action
Vomiting springs of truths that are worth
I don't want to have you as rivals
Nor draw the cold blood of your grandchildren, the wisdom teeth
It would be more interesting to see you in interisa lycra
Dancing for our people at carnivals
From there then up to the cane fields
And live and direct 6 Sara González albums
So that you can see that there is not a committee in each block
If a chibaton doesn't come down peeking out the portals
And it's that none of you are real
Your laws for you is beautiful for pipo fatale
Welcome to my vegetarian Havana
Where the morning, the sun yes, but the guagua never leaves on time
There are poor people in residential neighborhoods
And a few thieves dressed as officers
A group invaded by the grandchildren of the generals
That thanks to their surnames they enter all places

What do you want me to disguise my phrase, the rasp (ha)
I don't get the timbales

Excuse me if I do it over the wet one
But my art is still being censored
What happens is that they listen to me a lot and it bothers them
Accept that my Hip-Hop is still protest Hip-Hop
I don't write to hit, don't get me wrong
What I feel for this, you can't imagine,
What happens is that you do write to hit
And unfortunately you haven't even hit a booger on the wall