Текст и перевод песни Immasoul feat. Bocafloja - Distopía (feat. Immasoul)

Distopía (feat. Immasoul)

Aquí la vida reclama caleidoscopio
Un sueño blanco inunda sueños de opio
Una madrona premisa de la inmundicia
Esta rebota de hartazgo sin pitoniza
Que sintoniza el abuso del pueblo prieto
Suena Porfirio leyendo a los Capuleto
Gentrificando la pena en el Mississippi
Jugando tennis su abuela vivia en un tipi
Pide jardines cortados con figurines
Pide salvar los delfines entre martinis
Fiebre de selva retiros de nueva era
Cuantos en lista robandose la escalera
Se rien de afuera son dueños de esta pecera
Son los matices el circo de la blancura
Son los titanes los zares de esta basura
Es la utopia de los jefes de la tribuna

Open up your eyes
Contemplate the future
Let′s talk about solutions
Image we could rise above these

Hay un deseo voyeurista que lava culpa
Buenos salvajes mascotas y lo disfrutan
Pelean a muerte el escudo del mayorazgo
Son los bufones que viven de vender asco
Tojolabales en renta por Montecarlo
Van los Bantues fetiche de un trago amargo
Cosmovisiones co-optadas en pieles rojas
Cuantas misiones en sangre cabezas rotas
Y se reduce mi son se minimiza
Si me dedico a pensar se me exotiza
En esta ley colonial soy la pesquiza
Ese virrey ancestral no lleva prisa
Radiografía irresoluta consciencia prieta
Genealogía justifica mi cantaleta
El partidismo es superfluo cuando el efecto
Te tiene atado al que oprime por el afecto

Mira mira tengo la cura
Sal y mira matamos blancura

Open up your eyes
Contemplate the future
Let's talk about solutions
Image we could rise above these

Dystopia (feat. Immasoul)

Here life demands a kaleidoscope
A white dream floods dreams of opium
A midwife, a premise of filth
This bounces off of disgust without a soothsayer
That tunes into the abuse of the dark-skinned people
Porfirio plays, reading to the Capulets
Gentrifying the pain in the Mississippi
Her grandmother, she lived in a tipi
She asks for gardens cut with figurines
She asks for dolphins to be saved over martinis
Fever of the jungle, retreats of the new era
How many on the list are stealing the ladder
They laugh from the outside, they own this fishbowl
The shades of the circus of whiteness
The titans, the czars of this garbage
It's the utopia of the leaders of the pulpit

Open up your eyes
Contemplate the future
Let's talk about solutions
Image we could rise above these

There is a voyeuristic desire that washes away guilt
Pets, good savages, and they enjoy it
They fight to the death for the shield of the birthright
They are the jesters who live on selling disgust
Tojolabales for rent for Monte Carlo
The Bantus, a fetish of a bitter drink
Worldviews co-opted in red skins
How many bloody missions with broken heads
And my beat is reduced, it is minimized
If I dedicate myself to thinking, I am exoticized
In this colonial law, I am the investigation
That ancestral viceroy is in no hurry
Irresolute X-ray, dark conscience
Genealogy justifies my song
Partisanship is superfluous when the effect
Kept you bound to the oppressor through affection

Look look, I have the cure
Come out and see, we kill whiteness

Open up your eyes
Contemplate the future
Let's talk about solutions
Image we could rise above these