Текст и перевод песни Alika feat. XXL Irione - Se Alborotan

Se Alborotan

Y se alborotan,
La historia de tu vida es
Mirarlos como brotan,
Para luego marchitarse y
No dar frutos, se alocan,
Lo lamento. el talento.
No todas las puertas toca...

Y se alborotan,
La historia de tu vida es
Mirarlos como brotan,
Para luego marchitarse y
No dar frutos, se alocan,
Lo lamento. el talento.
No todas las puertas toca...

Algo los consume,
Como una enfermedad.
Eso que les da orgullo no
Es virtud es mezquindad
Aca tenemos lo necesario
Para incluir... edificar,
Las piedras que rechazaste...
Algo bien grande construiran.
Y no se ubican,
Quieren ver los resultados
Sin trabajo no se aplican,
Quieren ser dueños de todo,
Pero. nada fabrican,
Producimos inspiración que
Los famelicos mastican...

Hoy hablare,
Si avanzo no es injusto es sacrificio y lo gane,
Errores no son derrotas.mira. Me levante!,
No necesito nada pero tu arrogancia me robé...
Y la queme!!!!.

Hemos llegado, buscando oportunidad,
Pero si no aparece la tenemos que inventar,
Acá se quema la hierba, se quema la maldad...
No endulzo los oidos, los amargos se me van...

Y se alborotan,
La historia de tu vida es mirarlos como brotan,
Para luego marchitarse y no dar frutos,
Se alocan, lo lamento.
El talento. no todas las puertas toca...

Y se alborotan,
La historia de tu vida es
Mirarlos como brotan,
Para luego marchitarse y
No dar frutos, se alocan,
Lo lamento. el talento.
No todas las puertas toca...

Graban y se traban, sacan fotos y se graban,
Lavan manos, por que no representan
Ningun hermano.
Guacho!.
Desde pibito vengo tirando semillas.
Hoy cosecho...
Hoy cosecho hechos, me cago de risa.
De tu ENVI.DI.A de tu AVARI.CI.A,
Por que quiere encanutarse
La cultura para su secta elitista,
Pancho ortiba, que muere solo como egoista,
Le tira al graffitero y le tira al artista...
Por su mente golpista,
Le cabe el descanso en esta pista...
Sigo firme con mis ideales y principios,
Sigo firme por que tengo la conciencia limpia,
Sigo firme por las posiciones en mi alma.
Apunto y disparo...
Estas cuerdas vocales son mi arma,
Las manos mi herramienta, para construir,
Y no dejar pudrir, menos contaminar...
Aquello que costo crear.
Amor para los pibes, y que no falte nada...
Amor a mi familia y a los
Guachos que hablan giladas...
Amor es solucion. para tu falta de valor.
Amor es el motor!

Y se alborotan, la historia de tu
Vida es mirarlos como brotan,
Para luego marchitarse y no dan frutos,
Se alocan, lo lamento.
El talento. no todas las puertas toca...

Y se alborotan,
La historia de tu vida es
Mirarlos como brotan,
Para luego marchitarse y
No dar frutos, se alocan,
Lo lamento. el talento.
No todas las puertas toca...

They Get All Flustered

And they get all flustered,
The story of your life is
Watching them sprout,
Only to then wither and
Bear no fruit, they go crazy,
I'm sorry. Talent.
Doesn't knock on every door...

And they get all flustered,
The story of your life is
Watching them sprout,
Only to then wither and
Bear no fruit, they go crazy,
I'm sorry. Talent.
Doesn't knock on every door...

Something consumes them,
Like a disease.
That which gives them pride is not
Virtue, it's pettiness
Here we have what's necessary
To include... to build,
The stones you rejected...
Will build something truly great.
And they don't get it,
They want to see results
Without putting in the work, they don't apply themselves,
They want to own everything,
But. they produce nothing,
We produce inspiration that
The famished chew on...

Today I will speak,
If I advance, it's not unfair, it's sacrifice and I earned it,
Mistakes are not defeats, look. I rose up!,
I need nothing, but I stole your arrogance...
And burned it!!!!.

We have arrived, seeking opportunity,
But if it doesn't appear, we have to invent it,
Here the grass burns, evil burns...
I don't sweeten ears, the bitter ones leave me...

And they get all flustered,
The story of your life is watching them sprout,
Only to then wither and bear no fruit,
They go crazy, I'm sorry.
Talent. doesn't knock on every door...

And they get all flustered,
The story of your life is
Watching them sprout,
Only to then wither and
Bear no fruit, they go crazy,
I'm sorry. Talent.
Doesn't knock on every door...

They record and stumble, take photos and record themselves,
They wash their hands, because they don't represent
Any brother.
Dude!.
Since I was a kid, I've been throwing seeds.
Today I reap...
Today I reap deeds, I laugh my ass off.
Of your EN.VY. of your GREED,
Because you want to corner
The culture for your elitist sect,
Pancho Ortiba, who dies alone like an egoist,
He throws at the graffiti artist and he throws at the artist...
Because of his coup-minded mentality,
He deserves the rest on this track...
I remain firm with my ideals and principles,
I remain firm because I have a clear conscience,
I remain firm because of the positions in my soul.
I aim and shoot...
These vocal cords are my weapon,
My hands my tool, to build,
And not let rot, much less contaminate...
What it took to create.
Love for the kids, and let nothing be missing...
Love to my family and to the
Guys who talk nonsense...
Love is the solution. for your lack of courage.
Love is the engine!

And they get all flustered, the story of your
Life is watching them sprout,
Only to then wither and bear no fruit,
They go crazy, I'm sorry.
Talent. doesn't knock on every door...

And they get all flustered,
The story of your life is
Watching them sprout,
Only to then wither and
Bear no fruit, they go crazy,
I'm sorry. Talent.
Doesn't knock on every door...