Текст и перевод песни Hard GZ - Libre

Libre

La vida es corta si la vida es buena
La vida es larga si la vida es mala
Miro mi cuerpo: solo una cadena
Un trozo de carne que no dice nada
Sale el Sol cada mañana
Y salen los vivos que lo acompañan
Salen los muertos a una caña
Se matan en bares de plazas
Sabes, brother, ya no me extraña
El tiempo corre y el humano anda
Me castiga el orden y las migrañas
De un mundo pobre, la tela de araña
Nadie me entiende, me vuelvo a Islandia
Un cartel "Se vende", mi ángel de la guarda
Dije "por siempre", ya no sale el alba
Porque huyo de la luz como un fantasma
Recuerdo Francia, el viaje a Italia
La primera vez que pisé Canarias
Valla de Melilla, muchas murallas
En Cuyagua, dormido en la playa
He viajado tanto y tanto me queda
No puedo encontrarme en esta esfera
Viajaría a la Luna si pudiera
Para que me vieras, cuando esté llena
Can a knife cut through your still water?
Aho, Aho, Aho
In the mountain hides a sweet daughter
Aho, Aho, Aho
Like a bird I fly through the ages
Aho, Aho, Aho
And this is how I turn back my pages
La música es mi madre, el Rap un colega
Escribir es mi padre, y le hablo a la carretera
Triste que el arte llene de monedas
Bolsillos hambrientos de ego y de pena
Yo estoy cambiando bro, todos cambiamos
Ya no soy un niño corriendo en verano
Con un palo en la mano
Matando orcos con arcos, rocas descalzo
Obsesionado con el dinero, cada vez más
Porque veo que esa mierda te da alas
No por las cosas que compras
Sino por el tiempo que trabajando no gastas
Obsesionado con el dinero, cada vez más
Porque veo que esa mierda te da alas
No por las cosas que compras
Sino por el tiempo que trabajando no gastas
Na', yo me dejo llevar como las olas del mar
Me siento diferente en un mundo de gente
Que nunca se supo escapar
Na', yo me dejo llevar como las olas del mar
Me siento diferente en un mundo de gente
Que nunca se supo escapar
Can a knife cut through your still water?
Aho, Aho, Aho
In the mountain hides a sweet daughter
Aho, Aho, Aho
Like a bird I fly through the ages
Aho, Aho, Aho
And this is how I turn back my pages

Libre

Life is short if life is good
Life is long if life is bad
I look at my body: just a chain
A piece of meat that says nothing
The sun rises every morning
And the living come out to meet it
The dead go out for a drink
They kill themselves in the bars in the squares
You know, brother, I'm not surprised anymore
Time passes and the human walks
Order and migraines punish me
From a poor world, the spider's web
Nobody understands me, I'm going back to Iceland
A "For Sale" sign, my guardian angel
I said "forever," the dawn no longer comes
Because I flee from the light like a ghost
I remember France, the trip to Italy
The first time I set foot in the Canary Islands
Fence of Melilla, many walls
In Cuyagua, sleeping on the beach
I have traveled so much and so much remains
I cannot find myself in this sphere
I would travel to the Moon if I could
So that you could see me, when it is full
Can a knife cut through your still water?
Aho, Aho, Aho
In the mountain hides a sweet daughter
Aho, Aho, Aho
Like a bird I fly through the ages
Aho, Aho, Aho
And this is how I turn back my pages
Music is my mother, Rap is a colleague
Writing is my father, and I talk to the road
Sad that art is filled with coins
Hungry pockets of ego and sorrow
I'm changing bro, we're all changing
I'm no longer a child running in the summer
With a stick in his hand
Killing orcs with bows, barefoot rocks
Obsessed with money, more and more
Because I see that shit gives you wings
Not because of the things you buy
But for the time you don't waste working
Obsessed with money, more and more
Because I see that shit gives you wings
Not because of the things you buy
But for the time you don't waste working
Na', I let myself go like the waves of the sea
I feel different in a world of people
Who never knew how to escape
Na', I let myself go like the waves of the sea
I feel different in a world of people
Who never knew how to escape
Can a knife cut through your still water?
Aho, Aho, Aho
In the mountain hides a sweet daughter
Aho, Aho, Aho
Like a bird I fly through the ages
Aho, Aho, Aho
And this is how I turn back my pages