Текст и перевод песни Erik Urano - Balaclava

Balaclava

Verde cammo, bloque gris
Piel blanca y black tracksuit
Guardo emociones en microchips
Soy joven Tesla: Flat Erik

Valladolor, gueto futurista
Hilos de luz en mi boca hacia ti
Une a esas bandas, Black Benjie
Nuevos profetas y falsos ovnis

Hijos de occidente, como el ISIS
Buscan escapar del laberinto
Y niños moviendo paquetes
Con mensajes dentro como palomas

No hay oradores que eduquen almas
Ya sólo hay empresas que compren almas
Y sólo hay empresas que venden almas
Yo escapo del sueño: Thomas Anderson

Valladolor, ghetto balaclava
Valladolor, ghetto balaclava
Valladolor, ghetto balaclava
Piel blanca y piel blanca

Valladolor, ghetto balaclava
Valladolor, ghetto balaclava
Valladolor, ghetto balaclava
Piel blanca y black tracksuit

Verde cammo, bloque gris
Le doy bien de color, joven Murakami
Iba con tate en el calcetín
Enemigos y hermanos en mi tatami

Nuevos profetas y falsos ovnis
Vete a mi zona, pregunta por mí
No vendo humo, regalo niebla
Yo no huyo de Matrix, la reprogramo

Wake up, Thomas Anderson
Rabia escupiendo, Newham Generals
Todos se comen tus gramos
Sólo tú solo te comes tus lágrimas

Uh, fix up, look sharp
Gorro y bufanda con viento en contra
Sois el futuro que quedó atrás
Yo sé que va a pasar como un globo sonda

Vallador, gueto balaclava
Vallador, gueto balaclava
Vallador, gueto balaclava
Piel blanca y piel blanca

Vallador, gueto balaclava
Vallador, gueto balaclava
Vallador, gueto balaclava
Piel blanca y black tracksuit

Balaclava

Army green, gray building
White skin and black tracksuit
I keep emotions in microchips
I'm young Tesla: Flat Erik

Valladolor, futuristic ghetto
Light beams from my mouth to you
Unite those gangs, Black Benjie
New prophets and fake UFOs

Children of the West, like ISIS
They seek to escape the maze
And kids moving packages
With messages inside like doves

There are no speakers to educate souls
Now there are only companies that buy souls
And there are only companies that sell souls
I escape the dream: Thomas Anderson

Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Pale skin and pale skin

Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Pale skin and black tracksuit

Army green, gray building
I give it some color, young Murakami
I carried my dad in my sock
Enemies and brothers on my tatami

New prophets and fake UFOs
Come to my area, ask about me
I don't sell smoke, I give away fog
I don't run from the Matrix, I reprogram it

Wake up, Thomas Anderson
Spitting fury, Newham Generals
Everyone consumes your grams
Only you alone consume your tears

Uh, fix up, look sharp
Hat and scarf against the wind
You're the future that got left behind
I know it's going to pass like a weather balloon

Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Pale skin and pale skin

Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Valladolor, balaclava ghetto
Pale skin and black tracksuit