Текст и перевод песни Ihon - El Autoestopista

El Autoestopista

Siempre hay cuatro que valoran,
Que volverán a volar
Miran desafiantes esperando su dólar,
Pero si llueve se mojan
Se enojan, misma correa y mismo collar
Cuando cuarenta mil sean cuatro ¿quién les va salvar?

Me supe callar, hasta que un día Pam,
Y así me va
Lo quiero pa mí,
Lo quieren hacer viral
Se dejan mostacho y les queda to mal,
No son David Vidal
Te venden el doble, son cuarto y mitad

El rap ya da igual,
Yo lo que quiero es currar pa alimentar,
A lo que está por llegar
Amor a mi fam,
Los que tocan mi fibra no All Bran
El rap ya da igual, el rap ya da igual
Cojo carretera porque va todo mal

Pasan los coches no me quieren llevar
Me ven al pasar, no me quieren salvar
Les da todo igual, pasan de largo y ya está
Al autoestopista le va todo mal,
El rap ya da igual, el rap ya da igual...

Un consejo te daba, cuida de la mama,
No chores a la yaya y menos pa farla
Echo de menos la cancha, chapa ventana que tufa Fefasa
Así va la vaina, en unos meses tu fan quiere ser ídolo de masas
Y no pasa nada, ¿por qué nadie se cansa?

El conformismo es una lacra, piedras, chakras
Lo que sea, pero siempre un poco más
Sahasrara
¿Me oíste? Sahasrara

Al autoestopista le va todo mal, el rap ya da igual
Al autoestopista le va todo mal, el rap ya da igual

Abro la caja morada,
Un litro Asturiana con mi primo en el Mata
Hablando de cómo la vida nos trata, de que
Los trenes pasan
Pero esta vez me bajo en marcha, antes de Hendaya
Resurge el Parma, trasciende el karma

Siempre te daré las gracias eh,
Salas de espera, farmacias
Serpientes y arañas, agur jaunak,
En tus muertos de Juana
Con el pelo patrás y los mofletes de Peternac,
En la barra del Gobelas, con mis fellas
No hace falta que me creas, pero, les doy brea

Ando con el Chino, Mossack Fonseca
Espejismos en la puta carretera
Me paso todo el día en la puta carretera, el rap ya da igual
Al autoestopista le va todo mal,
El rap ya da igual, el rap ya da igual

Cojo carretera porque va todo mal
Pasan los coches no me quieren llevar
Me ven al pasar, no me quieren salvar
Les da todo igual, pasan de largo y ya está
Al autoestopista le va todo mal, el rap ya da igual

Cojo carretera porque va todo mal
Pasan los coches no me quieren llevar
Me ven al pasar, no me quieren salvar
Les da todo igual, pasan de largo y ya está
Al autoestopista le va todo mal, el rap ya da igual

Al Autoestopista le va todo mal

Sólo porque ya no me escucho
Le pego duro, como a un Mikasa en el 98,
Sorry, aun me queda un cacho, t
Engo que ahorrar pa unos cascos, bajo a por el pan descalzo
Paga lo que debes ya primazo

Hoy me puso multa, hace diez le robé los tazos
No compro en Trazos, no entro al Tragos
No me pongo rojo ni me da bajón, en la pared "non da Jon"?
No saben que hacer pa llamar la atención,
Ya me se la canción

Pa mi es una mierda y pa ti evolución
Y que raro es Ion, mira cabrón
No soy una mierda más del montón
Quieren su millón, yo quiero un sillón,
Y Ronda Roussey por sumisión

No tengo fans, tengo afición,
Y toda mi grada se sabe Obsesihon
Y que raro es Ion, no esas mierdicas que te dan del montón
Que le jodan al rap que le jodan a top
No tengo fans, yo tengo afición

Recuerdo el éxtasis
Cuando esta mierda se expandió como metástasis
Mi back to basics against the machine,
Jugando solo al futbolín
A veces pongo maniquís, annus horribilis

El último whiskey a los pies del Tigris
Con Tano de Nigris, no logro discernir
Afgan pakistaní o qué coño hago yo aquí
No te imaginas,
La luna bajó a recoger sus lágrimas y sin más

Lluvia torrencial en mi cabeza, Bed & Breakfast
Me reciben como a Willy Grigg en Belfast
Puro e indemne
No hayo ni descanso ni silencio en la mente

Un paraíso lúgubre, las seis del lunes
Yo me vuelvo en autoestop y tú de qué te escondes?
Hazlo y no lo dudes
Aunque a mí me guste más lo de antes del youtube

Y si con esta me descubres, dedícate a los puzzles
Ingresao en Cruces, entra en quinta y no reduce,
Se van las luces
Me seduce ese perfume
Pero me consume, descorcho un Cune

Le doy fantasma al shure,
Es entonces cuando se me sube
Con más sal que Altube, subo con el Cule,
Al que le guste que lo rule
Tengo un Arsenal y no soy gunner, catársis
No te acostumbres,
Essos, los Primeros Hombres

Yo que he pisado Craven Cottage, te digo
Que vas en te dan panga y te lo comes
Mis Historias del Kronen loco,
Sois cómplices del fraude
Si para un coche le invito al Echaurre, o a Chaouen

Me dan pinchazos pero no soy Faubert
Tras la niebla suena A Tribe Called Quest,
Aunque nada es como antes
Pastillas y sedantes para poder ser alguien
El rap ya da igual,
Al autoestopista le va todo mal,
El rap ya da igual

Cojo carretera porque va todo mal
Pasan los coches no me quieren llevar
Me ven al pasar, no me quieren salvar
Les da todo igual, pasan de largo y ya está
Al autoestopista le va todo mal, el rap ya da igual

Yo que tenía que haber probao en el Urola
Mírame ahora, todavía uso gorra
No me gusta eso de salir y hacerme el prota
Pero, dejo impronta

Lo veo a través de una Kónica Minolta,
Danke Miro, Olímpico, Roma
Malamó, Gomorra, podría ser el final de una historia
Si comes pena, te sabe rica la gloria
Un relator una horatoria, agua de Altzola

Tengo las manos de Aimar Olaizola, no es broma
Evasión o victoria
Mi alarma del móvil, Clases de Historia,
El Rap ya da igual
El Rap ya da igual el Rap ya da igual
Al autoestopista le va todo mal, el rap ya da igual

IH1

The Hitchhiker

There are always four who value,
Who will fly again
They look defiant waiting for their dollar,
But if it rains they get wet
They get angry, same leash and same collar
When forty thousand become four, who will save them?

I knew how to keep quiet, until one day Pam,
And that's how it goes
I want it for myself,
They want to make it viral
They grow a mustache and it looks bad on them,
They are not David Vidal
They sell you double, they are a quarter and a half

Rap doesn't matter anymore,
What I want is to work to feed,
What is yet to come
Love to my fam,
Those who touch my fiber, not All Bran
Rap doesn't matter anymore, rap doesn't matter anymore
I take the road because everything is going wrong

Cars pass, they don't want to take me
They see me passing by, they don't want to save me
They don't care, they pass by and that's it
The hitchhiker is having a bad time,
Rap doesn't matter anymore, rap doesn't matter anymore...

I was giving you some advice, take care of your mother,
Don't rob grandma, let alone to snort it
I miss the court, close the window, it reeks of Fefasa
That's how it goes, in a few months your fan wants to be an idol of the masses
And nothing happens, why doesn't anyone get tired?

Conformism is a scourge, stones, chakras
Whatever, but always a little more
Sahasrara
Did you hear me? Sahasrara

The hitchhiker is having a bad time, rap doesn't matter anymore
The hitchhiker is having a bad time, rap doesn't matter anymore

I open the purple box,
A liter of Asturian with my cousin in the Mata
Talking about how life treats us, that
Trains pass by
But this time I'm getting off on the move, before Hendaye
Parma resurfaces, karma transcends

I'll always thank you, huh,
Waiting rooms, pharmacies
Snakes and spiders, agur jaunak,
In your dead Juana
With slicked back hair and Peternac's cheeks,
At the Gobelas bar, with my fellas
You don't have to believe me, but I give them tar

I'm with Chino, Mossack Fonseca
Mirages on the damn road
I spend all day on the damn road, rap doesn't matter anymore
The hitchhiker is having a bad time,
Rap doesn't matter anymore, rap doesn't matter anymore

I take the road because everything is going wrong
Cars pass, they don't want to take me
They see me passing by, they don't want to save me
They don't care, they pass by and that's it
The hitchhiker is having a bad time, rap doesn't matter anymore

I take the road because everything is going wrong
Cars pass, they don't want to take me
They see me passing by, they don't want to save me
They don't care, they pass by and that's it
The hitchhiker is having a bad time, rap doesn't matter anymore

The Hitchhiker is having a bad time

Just because I don't listen to myself anymore
I hit it hard, like a Mikasa in '98,
Sorry, I still have a piece left, I
have to save up for headphones, I go down for bread barefoot
Pay what you owe, cousin

Today he fined me, ten years ago I stole his tazos
I don't buy in Trazos, I don't go into Tragos
I don't blush or get depressed, on the wall "non da Jon"?
They don't know what to do to get attention,
I already know the song

For me it's shit and for you it's evolution
And how weird is Ion, look asshole
I'm not another piece of shit
They want their million, I want a throne,
And Ronda Rousey by submission

I don't have fans, I have fans,
And my whole stand knows Obsession
And how weird Ion is, not those crappy ones they give you from the pile
Fuck rap, fuck top
I don't have fans, I have fans

I remember the ecstasy
When this shit spread like metastasis
My back to basics against the machine,
Playing foosball alone
Sometimes I put mannequins, annus horribilis

The last whiskey at the foot of the Tigris
With Tano de Nigris, I can't discern
Afghan Pakistani or what the hell am I doing here
You can't imagine,
The moon came down to collect its tears and without further ado

Torrential rain in my head, Bed & Breakfast
They welcome me like Willy Grigg in Belfast
Pure and unharmed
I find neither rest nor silence in my mind

A dismal paradise, six o'clock on Monday
I become a hitchhiker and what are you hiding from?
Do it and don't hesitate
Although I like the pre-youtube stuff better

And if you discover me with this one, dedicate yourself to puzzles
Admitted to Cruces, enter fifth and does not reduce,
The lights go out
That perfume seduces me
But it consumes me, I uncork a Cune

I give the shure a ghost,
That's when I get high
With more salt than Altube, I go up with Cule,
Whoever likes it, rule it
I have an Arsenal and I'm not a gunner, catharsis
Don't get used to it,
Essos, the First Men

I who have stepped on Craven Cottage, I tell you
That you go in they give you panga and you eat it
My Tales from the Mad Kronen,
You are accomplices to fraud
If I stop a car, I invite him to Echaurre, or to Chaouen

They give me punctures but I am not Faubert
Behind the fog sounds A Tribe Called Quest,
Although nothing is like before
Pills and sedatives to be able to be someone
Rap doesn't matter anymore,
The hitchhiker is having a bad time,
Rap doesn't matter anymore

I take the road because everything is going wrong
Cars pass, they don't want to take me
They see me passing by, they don't want to save me
They don't care, they pass by and that's it
The hitchhiker is having a bad time, rap doesn't matter anymore

Me who should have tried out for Urola
Look at me now, I still wear a cap
I don't like going out and being the protagonist
But I leave my mark

I see it through a Konica Minolta,
Danke Miro, Olympic, Rome
Malamó, Gomorrah, it could be the end of a story
If you eat grief, glory tastes good to you
A narrator, an oratory, water from Altzola

I have the hands of Aimar Olaizola, it's no joke
Escape or victory
My mobile alarm, History Classes,
Rap doesn't matter anymore
Rap doesn't matter anymore rap doesn't matter anymore
The hitchhiker is having a bad time, rap doesn't matter anymore

IH1