Текст и перевод песни Blake - Puro

Puro

Empecé de chico con el boom bap, de aquellos
Que sonaba una base y ya te quedabas sin cuello
Lo hacíamos tan puro como un tajo en las costillas
Con el lema de "si brillas es por tu propio destello"

Somos rap de los de abajo, muy abajo, coño
Sin medios, ni publicidad, ni material de ensueño
Estuvimos aquí, siempre, desde muy pequeños
Carcomiéndonos la mente, persiguiendo solo un sueño

Y ahora estoy aquí, ¿de qué te sorprendes?
Soy de la escuela vieja o nueva, pero que nacen con duende
Aquí se habla clarito, nos la suda si te ofende
Para hablar de lo que gano malgasto el tiempo, ¿entiendes?

Yo soy de los que sienten que sin escribir se gripan
Porque de verdad recitan, de verdad lo necesitan
Y no entienden el por qué, sólo lo gritan
Por eso nadie me compite, pero casi to's me evitan

Yo sé bien quiénes son to's, venimos to's del mismo sitio
No soy un fan ciego, estuve en sus inicios
Aquí das un mal paso y vas para el fondo del precipicio
A parte de la fama, existe oficio, principios

Juicio, menos juzgar, y ten mas juicio
Si eres listo sabes a quién no debes sacar de quicio
Me explico... me escuchas y ves indicios
Si jodes con un loco nunca lo cojas por vicio

Crudo, lo hacíamos tan puro, y crudo
Puro, era nuestra luz del sol
Crudo, lo hacíamos tan puro, y crudo
Puro, escribiendo de sol a sol
Puro, crudo, puro
Lo hacíamos tan puro, crudo y puro
Todo era tan puro, crudo, puro
Lo hacíamos tan puro, crudo y puro

Primero suena un "tiriri", sabes que es de Blake
Chiribitas en los ojos la instrumental que quiero, ¿veis?
Porque puedo, me produzco el disco entero
Así cuando tenga cuarenta, diré "Lo hice por mis huevos"

No es ego, es tener claro muy claro que quiero
Abrir los ojos a una sociedad que le echa leña al fuego
No espero nada, ni siquiera un premio nuevo
Yo sé por que lo hago, y lo que estoy haciendo, créelo

A mí me darán palos, pero todos son de ciego
Ese error de creer que todos nos compramos por dinero
Pero pa' desgracia tuya voy a cambiar el tablero
Y aquí va jugar to' Cristo, pero a pelo, de cero

Tengo un duelo, que parece ser que no supero
Tengo una mente enfermiza, lista y fría como el hielo
Me domina y me hace daño a cambio de hacerme de acero
Ya ni siento ni padezco, solo finjo que me quiero

Otra vez empieza un bucle un nuevo
Y así caigo en esta sombras que no nacen por el sol
Solo bailan en mis sueños con zapatos de charol
Bailan al son de mi tiempo, perdido sin valor

¿De que sirve ser poeta si mi musa es el dolor?
Si tengo guardá's hasta lagrimas en frascos de formol
¿De qué sirve ser un genio del silencio?
Donde el único papel que no domino es el de actor

Y tengo que abrir boca por narices
Y hablar entre humanos cuando solo veo lombrices
¿De qué sirve? ¿Eh?, Ya lo hice
Supongo que hay errores que no dejan cicatrices

Crudo, lo hacíamos tan puro, y crudo
Puro, era nuestra luz del sol
Crudo, lo hacíamos tan puro, y crudo
Puro, escribiendo de sol a sol
Puro, crudo, puro
Lo hacíamos tan puro, crudo y puro
Todo era tan puro, crudo, puro
Lo hacíamos tan puro, crudo y puro

Pure

I started as a kid with boom bap, from those days
Where a beat would drop and leave you breathless, amazed
We did it pure, like a cut to the ribs, raw and true
With the motto "if you shine, it's from your own inner glow"

We're rap from the underground, way down low, damn
No resources, no publicity, no fancy equipment, man
We were always here, since we were little kids, you see
Eating away at our minds, chasing just one dream, free

And now I'm here, what are you surprised about?
I'm from the old or new school, but those born with talent sprout
Here we speak clearly, we don't care if it offends you, scout
To talk about what I earn, I waste time, do you understand the clout?

I'm one of those who feel they seize up without writing, tight
Because they truly recite, they truly need it, their guiding light
And they don't understand why, they just scream it with all their might
That's why nobody competes with me, but almost everyone avoids the fight

I know who everyone is, we all come from the same place, it's true
I'm not a blind fan, I was there in their beginnings, I knew
Here you take one wrong step and you go to the bottom of the cliff, it's blue
Apart from fame, there's craft, principles, a different view

Judgment, less judging, and have more sense, that's the key
If you're smart, you know who you shouldn't piss off, you see
I explain myself... you listen and you see signs, agree?
If you mess with a crazy person, never take it as a vice, flee

Raw, we did it so pure, and raw
Pure, it was our sunlight, our law
Raw, we did it so pure, and raw
Pure, writing from sunrise to nightfall, without a flaw
Pure, raw, pure
We did it so pure, raw, and pure
Everything was so pure, raw, pure
We did it so pure, raw, and pure

First you hear a "tiriri," you know it's Blake's sound
Sparks in my eyes, the instrumental I want, it's profound
Because I can, I produce the whole album, I'm crowned
So when I'm forty, I'll say "I did it for my balls, renowned"

It's not ego, it's being very clear about what I want, that's all
Opening the eyes of a society that adds fuel to the fire, making it fall
I don't expect anything, not even a new award, big or small
I know why I do it, and what I'm doing, believe it, stand tall

They'll hit me, but they're all blind, they can't see
That mistake of believing we all sell ourselves for money, we're free
But unfortunately for you, I'm going to change the game, you'll see
And here everyone will play, but bareback, from scratch, with glee

I have a duel, that it seems I can't overcome, it's a fight
I have a sick mind, clever and cold as ice, day and night
It dominates me and hurts me in exchange for making me steel, so bright
I no longer feel or suffer, I just pretend I love myself, despite

Another loop starts again, a new one, I'm in its sway
And so I fall into these shadows that are not born from the sun's ray
They only dance in my dreams with patent leather shoes, they play
They dance to the rhythm of my time, lost without value, astray

What's the point of being a poet if my muse is pain, I say?
If I have even tears stored in jars of formaldehyde, they stay
What's the point of being a genius of silence, come what may?
Where the only role I don't master is that of an actor, I portray

And I have to open my mouth through my nose, it's absurd
And talk among humans when I only see worms, unheard
What's the point? Huh?, I already did it, it occurred
I guess there are mistakes that don't leave scars, undeterred

Raw, we did it so pure, and raw
Pure, it was our sunlight, our law
Raw, we did it so pure, and raw
Pure, writing from sunrise to nightfall, without a flaw
Pure, raw, pure
We did it so pure, raw, and pure
Everything was so pure, raw, pure
We did it so pure, raw, and pure