Текст и перевод песни Al2 El Aldeano - Dhl Al2

Dhl Al2

Yo no me auto margino, ni me auto discrimino
Se que no se siente bien, cuando a su lado camino
Tiene modales tan finos, que se nota que es vulgar
Y que solo intenta una mejor persona aparentar
Le quería preguntar? Que tal se siente ser, aquel ser
Con el cual no tiene nada que ver
Y además poner, una serie de frases en la boca
Que no encajan con lo que a simple vista no se nota
Su única verdad, es que todo es mentira
Y que es un gran imbecil, aquel que su postura admira
Por que aquellos que miran, por encima del hombro
Se quedan en la superficie no tocan el fondo y que tan hondo
Puede ser un ser humano,
Que escrupulosamente deja en el aire una mano
Y que tan limpio es aquel que gana mucho,
Si para ganarlo tiene que jugar sucio, mira socio
Tienes dinero? Ok te felicito
Tienes carro, hueles bien? OK Te felicito
No trates de humillarme tratándome de lejitos
Por que cada día, estas mas cerquita de un buen tromponcito
Yo permito que se me ignore, no que se me pise
No creas todo lo que por ahí de mi se dice
Que los comentaristas andan últimamente sin empleo y
Con deseos de manchar expedientes
Y aunque mi encalaje, no encaje, en tu fiesta traje
No hará que la frente baje y me avergüence de mi tatuaje
Relajen sus ojitos no me encajen por favor
No robo adornos, mírenme como un portador de amor
Amor a mi familia, amor a lo correcto,
Amor al color de piel, que llevamos por dentro
Amor a un sentimiento, no a marcas registradas
AMOR POR EL AMOR, NO amor POR ALGO QUE no ES NADA
Y es que nada, tiene un valor tan grande,
Cuando con tan poco nos sentimos importantes
ASI QUE METASE EL SALUDO POR DONDE MEJOR LE QUEPA
YO SI SE QUIEN SOY, HAYA EL QUE NO LO SEPA¡¡

Y cuanto tengo y cuanto valgo,
Cuanto valgo eso depende de lo que aparente yo
Monetariamente hay pero que equivocada esta la gente,
Como sin voy a seguir siendo el mismo de siempre
Acercate ven, no dejes que te lo cuenten no
Ni tan cobarde ni tan valiente yo
Ni tan distinto ni tan corriente
Aldo asi sencillamente

Yo soy un mister natural señor tal
De un lugar ahi que intenta ser feliz como muchos
A ver porque me quieren cambiar a mi
Si yo no soy ni refrigerador ni ruso
Es que queren *** mañana puede ser un buso
La vida da mas vueltas que el antiguo m3
Cambiese de nube, dejese de abuso
Y no escupa mas pa riba que se pue mojar depue

Y aunque que mi pinta
No se le despinta la mona
Voy a seguir siendo asi si asi me quiere mi mama
Algun dia demostrare que no soy malo na
Pa que se metan el deo donde el sol no les da
Sus palabras rebusca metasela en el culo
Su fina cabrona metasela metasela en el culo
Su ideas equivocas metasela en el culo por fi
Como un surfin en su ofi y a cagar oro golfi

No soy lo que paresco soy distinto al resto
Me gusta el rap, el ron y el baloncesto
Soy mas honesto que ustedes un millon de veces
Que actuan con bondad solo cuando les favorece
Disputas moralistas entre viejas putas crecen
Chochas insatisfechas que no gozan hace meses
Chismosas que enfurecen porque la del segundo piso tiene quince
Y a su esposo le saka la leche
Entonces entretenerse con la vida que no aclaro
El timon en el valcon y el telefono en la mano
Y hablar de los demas por que no hay ma na que hacer
Si el marido ta roncando y no se la quere meter
Apariencias, ya nadie es sincero ahora todo es
A conveniencia y por dinero
Recordarle quero que aunque se vista de seda
Uste siempre sera un mantel de comedor obrero
Dime ese pero que hay de malo en ser asi
En defender lo que sentimo si nos sentimo feliz
Por eso le descargo a too lo negro de este pais
Que pa entrar en casa de blanco no se hace el berri

Hay policias por ahi que se emborrachan no te asombres
Y les da por bailar y tocar a los hombres, depue
No se recuerdan al otro dia
Y uste me disculpa pero pa mi eso es mariconeria

Me lo imagino a usted sentao en su butaca
Y me dan ganas de hacer caca
Y de pedirle su corbata
Pa limpiar lo que me queda entre el culo y los vellos
Y depue como si na ponersela en su propio cuello
Yeyo ya yo de ello huyo
Para evitar un problema y el chanchuyo suyo
Por que el dia que tenga el moño a 180 grado girao
Le voy a dar el piano que el chucho valdes a tocao
Desfasao siempre e andao por donde quera que andao
Y he dejao demostrao en too lao que aldo no ha cambiao
Chao pescao nos cogemos donde quera
Que aunque tus escamas brillen conosco tu ciguatera

Y cuanto tengo y cuanto valgo,
Cuanto valgo eso depende de lo que aparente yo
Monetariamente hay pero que equivocada esta la gente,
Como sin voy a seguir siendo el mismo de siempre
Acercate ven, no dejes que te lo cuenten no
Ni tan cobarde ni tan valiente yo
Ni tan distinto ni tan corriente
Aldo asi sencillamente

No niegue tanta agua que el pasado tiene sed
Mañana anda en carro mañana quien sabe a pie

Allá tu con tu conciencia, sigue viviendo de las apariencias...

Dhl Al2

I don't marginalize myself, I don't discriminate against myself.
I know you don't feel well when I walk by your side.
You have such fine manners that it's obvious they're vulgar.
And that you're just trying to appear to be a better person.
I wanted to ask you: How does it feel to be that being
That has nothing to do with you?
And on top of that, put a series of phrases in your mouth
That don't match what's obvious at first glance.
Your only truth is that everything is a lie.
And that the one who admires your posture is a great imbecile.
Because those who look down on others
Stay on the surface, don't touch the bottom, and how deep
Can a human being be?
Who scrupulously leaves a hand in the air
And how clean is the one who earns a lot,
If to win it, they have to play dirty, look partner,
You have money? Okay, congratulations.
You have a car, you smell good? Okay, congratulations.
Don't try to humiliate me by treating me from afar.
Because every day, you're closer to a good punch.
I allow myself to be ignored, not to be stepped on.
Don't believe everything that's said about me out there.
That commentators are lately unemployed and
Eager to tarnish records.
And although my attire doesn't fit your party dress,
It won't make me lower my forehead and be ashamed of my tattoo.
Relax your eyes, don't fit me in, please.
I don't steal ornaments, look at me as a carrier of love.
Love for my family, love for what's right,
Love for the skin color we carry inside,
Love for a feeling, not for registered trademarks.
LOVE FOR LOVE, NOT love FOR SOMETHING THAT IS NOTHING.
And it's that nothing has such great value,
When with so little we feel important.
SO SHOVE YOUR GREETINGS WHEREVER IT FITS YOU BEST.
I KNOW WHO I AM, FIND OUT WHO DOESN'T!!

And how much I have and how much I'm worth,
How much I'm worth, it depends on what I appear to be.
Monetarily, yes, but how wrong people are,
As if without it I'm going to keep being the same as always.
Come closer, don't let them tell you, no.
Neither so cowardly nor so brave am I,
Neither so different nor so ordinary,
Aldo, simply like this.

I am a natural mister so-and-so,
From a place there that tries to be happy, like many others.
Let's see, why do they want to change me?
If I am neither a refrigerator nor Russian.
It's that they want *** tomorrow, it could be a diver.
Life takes more turns than the old M3.
Change your cloud, stop abusing.
And don't spit up anymore because you might get wet afterwards.

And even though my appearance
Doesn't remove the monkey's paint,
I'm going to keep being like this if my mama wants me to be like this.
One day I'll prove that I'm not bad at all,
So they can stick their finger where the sun doesn't shine on them.
Your fancy words, shove them up your ass.
Your fine bitch, shove it, shove it up your ass.
Your misguided ideas, shove them up your ass, please.
Like a surfer in your office, and shit gold, golfing.

I'm not what I seem, I'm different from the rest.
I like rap, rum, and basketball.
I'm a million times more honest than you,
Who act with kindness only when it suits you.
Moralistic disputes grow among old whores,
Unsatisfied chicks who haven't enjoyed themselves for months,
Gossipy women who are enraged because the one on the second floor has fifteen
And is milking her husband.
So they entertain themselves with the life they haven't cleared up,
The steering wheel on the balcony and the phone in their hand,
And talking about others because there's nothing else to do.
If the husband is snoring and doesn't want to stick it in.
Appearances, nobody is sincere anymore, now everything is
Out of convenience and for money.
I want to remind you that even though you dress in silk,
You will always be a blue-collar dining room tablecloth.
Tell me, what's wrong with being like this?
In defending what we feel if we feel happy.
That's why I unload on all the black people in this country,
That to enter a white person's house, you don't have to act crazy.

There are policemen out there who get drunk, don't be surprised,
And they feel like dancing and touching men, then
They don't remember the next day.
And you'll excuse me, but to me, that's faggotry.

I imagine you sitting in your armchair
And it makes me want to poop
And ask for your tie
To clean up what's left between my ass and my hair,
And then, as if nothing happened, put it on your own neck.
Yeyo, I already run away from it
To avoid a problem and your shady business.
Because the day I have my bun turned 180 degrees,
I'm going to give you the piano that Chucho Valdés played,
Unhinged, I've always walked wherever I wanted to walk,
And I've shown everywhere that Aldo hasn't changed.
Bye, fish, we'll meet wherever,
Because even though your scales shine, I know your cigarette butt.

And how much I have and how much I'm worth,
How much I'm worth, it depends on what I appear to be.
Monetarily, yes, but how wrong people are,
As if without it I'm going to keep being the same as always.
Come closer, don't let them tell you, no.
Neither so cowardly nor so brave am I,
Neither so different nor so ordinary,
Aldo, simply like this.

Don't deny so much water, the past is thirsty.
Tomorrow in a car, tomorrow who knows, on foot.

There you are with your conscience, keep living on appearances...