Текст и перевод песни Eptos Uno - Gramos (Bonus Track)

Gramos (Bonus Track)

Never Die...
(Es lo que busca el hombre necio) x3
(Busco arriba del infierno)
(Bajos cielos nublados)
(Es lo que busca el hombre necio) x3
(Busco arriba del infierno)
(Bajos cielos nublados)
Son cobardes los que gritan y se esconden
Creen que saben todo y ven menos que Steeven Woonder
En el ritmo somos monster
Abuso como niños queriendo cruzar la Border
Aqui decimos no New Word Order
Dinero siempre manda en las casas de cartono
Se come propaganda ni en mi casa hijo de puta
No creemos en tus promesas
Recibos aumentan más
Le llaman Progresar
Mi madre en horas extras con dolores de cabeza
Diosama a Obama y aqui sigue igual la misma mierda
Que mierda!!
Que no rige desde una tele
Sin saber lo que viene pero es un hecho que duele
Y es un hecho que muere la flor del optimismo
Faltara de comer pero nunca el patriotismo
Hablo de sixipito, pastillas, pisto
Niños que te roban
Y al borrar se sienten listos...
Las cosas kk

Gramos (Bonus Track)

Never Die...
(It's what the fool seeks) x3
(I search above hell)
(Low cloudy skies)
(It's what the fool seeks) x3
(I search above hell)
(Low cloudy skies)
Cowards are those who shout and hide
They think they know everything, but see less than Stevie Wonder
In rhythm, we are monsters
Abusive, like children trying to cross the Border
Here, we say no to the New World Order
Money always rules in cardboard houses
He eats propaganda, not at my house, son of a bitch
We don't believe in your promises
Bills just keep increasing
They call it Progress
My mother works overtime, with headaches
They worship Obama, but nothing has changed here, same old crap
What crap!!
That you can't rule from a TV
Not knowing what's coming, but it's a fact that it hurts
And it's a fact that the flower of optimism dies
There may not be enough food, but patriotism never dies
I'm talking about cheap beer, pills, cash
Kids who rob you
And when they get away, they feel smart...
The shit things