Текст и перевод песни Engendros Del Pantano - Operando en la Fría

Operando en la Fría

El valle surte te, toda la surame,
Desde la loma de mi cauca los abastecere,
Musica y manjares buenos colores al oler,
Centinelas en la fria operando antes de vos nacer
El valle surte te, toda la surame,
Desde la loma de mi cauca los abastecere,
Musica y manjares buenos colores al oler,
Centinelas en la fria operando antes de vos nacer
Operamos en la fria desde los años noventa,
Fue chapinero el parche donde estos locos se abientan,
Uniendo estos estilos rudos como una tormenta,
Fucionandonos en uno solo quien lo experimenta,
Nosotros que lo vivimos o el que se lo inventa,
El que mucho habla poco abarca y solo se revienta,
Es mejor lo que no se dice evitate la muerte,
Pensar antes de hablar es suerte y nos hace fuertes,
Recuerdo que sufriamos cuando no habia para la resi,
Menos pa hacernos el yersi,
En este tiempo no nos conocian y eramos bien cracy's,
Estavamos apenas inventandole un nombre al grupo,
De los cinco integrantes solo quedaron dos cupos,
Mafia y duende, somos drosengen led nopanta,
Y mas alla de la muerte loco nadie nos espanta,
El valle surte te, toda la surame,
Desde la loma de mi cauca los abastecere,
Musica y manjares buenos colores al oler,
Centinelas en la fria operando antes de vos nacer

El valle surte,
Tomen mi musica y degusten,
Si no quieren este color de nota yo se lo cabio no se asuste,
No se me ofusque,
Para que no sienta el rigor, imperio kamikaze joven ilustre,
Ni se me frustre,
Mafia demonio en la sultana quemando el alma cuando los busque,
Hermoso el que se engaña y peinsa que soy de la fria,
Un kamikaze, emperador valluno inspiracion para el rapero y su cria,
Y a cualquier paisano menor o mayor la vieja escuela le enseñaria,
Llevo el sabor en la sangre con el manjar de la alegria,
Menores,
Alma negra y az del duende los engendros borradores,
Llegamos a la troncal caracas como raperos y ladrones,
No existia el transmilenio robamos entre los trancones,
Hablo del tiempo del cartucho la vieja rola y mis canciones,
Es mi estirpe operaria la pandilla legendaria,
Autenticos de la sultana belica musica necesaria,
Danzando el delincuente con mi banda caliente,
Nutro ciudades con mis torcidos, talento caleño ritmo diferente,
El centro es nuestro apocento en la capiltalla
Azucarero bendecido haciendo hip hop pal que se engaña,
Ladrones eternales, expendedores musicales,
Traficante del aroma y melodias delincuenciales,
No habria producto en la fria si el material no viniera del valle,
Desde la loma de mi cauca la escencia vive sin que la ensaye,
En mis venas llevo el manjar de la recocha sultanera,
No esten diciendo que soy rolo ni de la eterna balacera,
Aunque te duela bastante y te remuerda el culo,
No naci para ser de la fria autenticamente natural valluno,
Mi estilo y talento caleño en bogota es apetecido,
Al igual que el manjar delicioso especial de mis sonidos,
Por esto opero en la fria nadie es profeta en su propia tierra,
En medellin y otras ciudades melodia engendral al cerebro se aferra,
Operando en la fria entre bandidos y caremalos,
Sin salir de mi sultana estando en pance cordinamos,
Inundacion kamikaze, melodias y sopranos,
Imperio invisible manipulamos seres humanos,
Galacticos caleños nuestra invacion es cosa de locos,
Ahora soy mafia bestia lista la vieja escuela que lleba un poco,
El valle surte te, toda la surame,
Desde la loma de mi cauca los abastecere,
Musica y manjares buenos colores al oler,
Centinelas en la fria operando antes de vos nacer
El valle surte te, toda la surame,
Desde la loma de mi cauca los abastecere,
Musica y manjares, buenos colores al oler,
Centinelas en la fria operando antes de vos nacer (Bis)

Operating in the Cold

The valley supplies you, all of Suramerica,
From the hill of my Cauca, I will provide for them,
Music and delicacies, good colors to smell,
Sentinels in the cold, operating before you were born
The valley supplies you, all of Suramerica,
From the hill of my Cauca, I will provide for them,
Music and delicacies, good colors to smell,
Sentinels in the cold, operating before you were born
We operate in the cold since the nineties,
Chapinero was the patch where these crazy ones jump,
Uniting these rough styles like a storm,
Fusing into one, who experiences it,
We who live it or the one who invents it,
He who talks a lot encompasses little and only bursts,
It's better what is not said, avoid death,
Thinking before speaking is luck and makes us strong,
I remember we suffered when there was nothing for the resi,
Less to make the yersi,
In this time they didn't know us and we were very crazy,
We were just inventing a name for the group,
Of the five members, only two spots remained,
Mafia and goblin, we are drosengen led nopanta,
And beyond death, crazy, no one scares us,
The valley supplies you, all of Suramerica,
From the hill of my Cauca, I will provide for them,
Music and delicacies, good colors to smell,
Sentinels in the cold, operating before you were born

The valley supplies,
Take my music and taste,
If you don't want this color of note, I'll change it, don't be scared,
Don't get upset,
So you don't feel the rigor, kamikaze empire, young illustrious,
Don't get frustrated,
Mafia demon in the sultana burning the soul when I look for them,
Beautiful the one who deceives himself and thinks I'm from the cold,
A kamikaze, emperor from the valley, inspiration for the rapper and his offspring,
And to any countryman, minor or major, the old school would teach,
I carry the flavor in my blood with the delicacy of joy,
Minors,
Black and blue soul of the goblin, the erasing engendros,
We arrived at the Caracas trunk as rappers and thieves,
The Transmilenio didn't exist, we stole between the traffic jams,
I'm talking about the time of the cartridge, the old rola and my songs,
It's my operating lineage, the legendary gang,
Authentic from the sultana, warlike music necessary,
Dancing the delinquent with my hot band,
I nourish cities with my crookedness, talent from Cali, a different rhythm,
The center is our abode in the capital
Blessed sugar bowl making hip hop for the one who deceives himself,
Eternal thieves, musical dispensers,
Trafficker of aroma and criminal melodies,
There would be no product in the cold if the material didn't come from the valley,
From the hill of my Cauca, the essence lives without me rehearsing it,
In my veins I carry the delicacy of the sultana party,
Don't be saying I'm from Bogota or from the eternal shooting,
Although it hurts you a lot and your ass regrets it,
I wasn't born to be from the cold, authentically natural from the valley,
My style and talent from Cali is coveted in Bogota,
Just like the delicious special delicacy of my sounds,
That's why I operate in the cold, no one is a prophet in their own land,
In Medellin and other cities, the engendral melody clings to the brain,
Operating in the cold among bandits and troublemakers,
Without leaving my sultana, being in Pance we coordinate,
Kamikaze flood, melodies and sopranos,
Invisible empire we manipulate human beings,
Galactic Caleños our invasion is crazy,
Now I'm mafia beast, ready the old school that carries a little,
The valley supplies you, all of Suramerica,
From the hill of my Cauca, I will provide for them,
Music and delicacies, good colors to smell,
Sentinels in the cold, operating before you were born
The valley supplies you, all of Suramerica,
From the hill of my Cauca, I will provide for them,
Music and delicacies, good colors to smell,
Sentinels in the cold, operating before you were born (Bis)