Текст и перевод песни Alberto GV - Hasta la Inconciencia (Extended Version Bonus Track)

Hasta la Inconciencia (Extended Version Bonus Track)

Yo soy Cubano hasta la Inconciencia
Alberto Gerude, Tirso Duarte
Oye lo que esta sonando
Porque lo que estoy cantando
No fue lo que yo pense
Y no se, si estaba inconciente
Pero no importa mi gente
Alberto este canto es para usted
Soy Tirso Duarte
El coro no tiene ciencia
Hasta la Inconciencia
Hasta la I
Hasta, Hasta la Inconciencia
Hasta la Inconciencia
Dice el Cubano, es que nosotros tenemos
Sentimientos y melodias y somos malos
Ahhhh nananananaaaaaaa
De la cuna somos rumberos
Donde quiera que te encuentres
Piensa en la clave primero
Yo quiero que en tu razon de ser
Nunca olvides los detalles
Y recuerda que en la calle
Siempre hay algo que aprender
Ahora inconcientemente he cambiado la armonia
Mi hermano Alberto Geruve, esta rumba es tuya y mia,
Pero voy a lo que iba, para que no se pierda el hilo
No quiero que nadie diga Tirso Duarte se ha extendido
Vengo presentando al sonero del Hip Hop,
Vengo presentando al sonero del Hip Hop
Y a tu lado me siento de anima, y yo que naci en la Habana
Ahora juntos defendiendo nuestras raices cubanas,
Esto se va pa las nubes, se escucharan en todas partes,
Sr Alberto Geruve con Tirso Duarte
Vamos a decirlo Tirso
Ahora te enseñere, el verdadero, significado de la palabra Cubano
Es sacrificio, sudor y lagrimas, pero es sinonimo de fiesta
Y asi olvidamos la nostalgia, ohh que nostalgia
Caramba, que sentimiento me da, me da, familiares que no estan,
Que por cosas del destino, ya no existen y no volveran jamas,
Y mis hijos que crecieron, preguntando por su abuela, que esta en el cielo,
Que ya no esta!!!
Somos Cubanos verdad,
La isla de Cuba la tengo tatuada
Ese lenguaje de la calle mambolaye banana
Pa que tu no pares de bailar
La timba Cubana
Estos son los ratos buenos
Saca la mesa de Domino
Llego la preferencia
Hasta la inconciencia
Asi no mas, asi no mas, asi no mas,
Por eso, mano pa arriba latinoamericano
Revientalo Dj,
Hay no mas,
Ahora, Ahora
Ya no hay mas na
El cubano de Verdad quiere fiesta na mas
Yo se que soy el cantante, pero ya no canto mas
El cubano de Verdad quiere fiesta na mas
Somos sentimientos, la melodia de la calle
El cubano de Verdad quiere fiesta na mas, Oye con Guaperia
Yo traigo Bombo Laye, Bombo laye
El cubano de Verdad quiere fiesta na mas
Alberto riega la ola pa que se sepa en España, Italia y en Canada,
Representando la musica cubana
Ahhhh nananananaaaaaaa
Alberto Geruve
Y Tirso Duarte
Pa que se escuche en todas partes
Hasta en el planeta marte

Until the Unconsciousness (Extended Version Bonus Track)

I am Cuban down to my unconsciousness
Alberto Gerude, Tirso Duarte
Listen to what this is sounding like
Because what I'm singing
Wasn't what I thought
And I don't know if I was unconscious
But it doesn't matter my people
Alberto this song is for you
I am Tirso Duarte
The chorus is a no-brainer
To the unconsciousness
To the I
To, to the unconsciousness
To the unconsciousness
The Cuban says, is that we have
Feelings and melodies and we are bad
Ahhhh nananananaaaaaaa
We are rumberos from the cradle
Wherever you are
Think about the key first
I want you, in your reason for being
Never to forget the details
And remember that on the street
There is always something to learn
Now unconsciously I have changed the harmony
My brother Alberto Geruve, this rumba is yours and mine,
But I'm getting to the point, so I don't lose my train of thought
I don't want anyone to say Tirso Duarte has gotten sidetracked
I come to present the sonero of Hip Hop,
I come to present the sonero of Hip Hop
And by your side I feel animated, and I who was born in Havana
Now together we defend our Cuban roots,
This is going to the clouds, it will be heard everywhere,
Mr. Alberto Geruve with Tirso Duarte
Let's say it, Tirso
Now I will teach you the true meaning of the word Cuban
It is sacrifice, sweat and tears, but it is synonymous with celebration
And so we forget the nostalgia, ohh what nostalgia
Caramba, what sadness it gives me, it gives me, family members who are not here anymore,
Who by things of destiny, no longer exist and will never return,
And my children who grew up, asking about their grandmother, who is in heaven,
Who is no longer there!!!
We are Cubans right?
The island of Cuba is tattooed on me
This street language, mambolaye banana
So that you never stop dancing
The Cuban timba
These are the good times
Bring out the Domino table
The preference has arrived
To the unconsciousness
Just like that, just like that, just like that,
For that reason, hands up Latin Americans
Turn it up DJ,
No more,
Now, now
There is nothing more
The true Cuban only wants to party
I know I'm the singer, but I don't want to sing anymore
The true Cuban only wants to party
We are emotion, the melody of the street
The true Cuban only wants to party Listen with swagger
I bring Bombo Laye, Bombo laye
The true Cuban only wants to party
Alberto spread the word so they know in Spain, Italy and in Canada,
Representing Cuban music
Ahhhh nananananaaaaaaa
Alberto Geruve
And Tirso Duarte
So that it can be heard everywhere
Even on planet Mars