Текст и перевод песни Jesuly - Tu Y Tu Iglesia

Tu Y Tu Iglesia

Tu plan es bendecir al pan, rezar a tu altar,
El suelo besar, llorar por algo k no ves, pagar pagar
A un santuario calidad no es por caridad suele ser por tu propio bienestar
Y no por margen k todo t valla bien la vida no se te tuerza,
Tener fuerzas para levantar
Y no venga la pereza así se empieza a unirse a esta secta tan popular
Con sus pecaos perdonaos y varias alabanzas rezas,
Van de cabeza a un avión matrimonial
Y tu iglesia te robara asta ya no poder mas
Mas quieres hacer a tus hijos dar la comunión hacerlos bautizar,
Puedes comprar estas estampas con la imagen del altar,
Prefieres donar, o levantar sobre tu nuca peso en cantidad,
Andar descalzo fustigarte si dios existe por eso no va a amarte mas
Quiero explicarte k ni dios vive en la iglesia ni querría vivir jamás,
Púñao d estafadores están locos de atar,
Sacan dinero del pueblo y así de bien les va curitas sonrientes si no pueden fornicar,
A quien quieres estafar con tus suplicas a un dios k no te debe contestar cambias de coche como de disfraz, soy el cobrador del frac.
K os persigo rezaras pa seguir vivo el destino esta escrito ya

ESTRIBIYO

Soñar despiertos,
No te dejes guiar tu via tu mismo guíala
Sin pensar en mas na,
No des tu brazo a torcer entre sectas por comunes,
El sol saldra y te golpeara en la espalda en cada lunes,
Soñar despiertos, no te dejes guiar,
Tu celebro esta comió por oraciones y demás,
Imágenes, votos, curas con la caras de otros a mi no me las van a dar
No los quiero ver ni en fotos

Cuanto vale el fotógrafo o la misa pa un difunto,
Cuanto vale asegurarme k mi mano con dios estará junto,
Tiene precio se lo ponen,
Manda un par de cojones sacar pasta de este asunto,
Tienen razones situaciones por las cuales curas viven en mansiones
Y cobran pensiones son dones, de la cabeza a los pies solo sois estafadores,
Que miran por encima del hombro a sus alrededores,
Compra un billete de ida y ahorrare el d vuelta
K por muchas alabanzas que prestes tu via esta muerta,
Enfréntate y da la carita curita,
Llevo gastao 5 pa encender 15 velitas en tu ermita,
Los niños no gritan, no veo a nadie pasar hambre,
Tu te ases llamar hombre
Me deleitas con tu,
Cuidar al mundo entero de unas garras
Si el dinero que agarras es solo pa tu monedero,
Te lo digo no es de marras pesetero estoy en la parra,
Me meo en la iglesia puse en letras grandes en la pizarra
Y ahora déjame volar padre, déjame ser libre, no puedes pecar,
O no ir al cielo de que sirve, el cielo estará vació si de los pecaos se trata,
Pa ti personas que pecan antes que personas erratas
Menuda rata de dejarse llevar se trata,
Vallan con dios al son de mi dulce serenata

ESTRIBIYO

Tu Y Tu Iglesia

Your plan is to give bread a blessing, pray to your altar,
To kiss the ground, to mourn for something you don't see, to pay and pay
A sanctuary for quality is not out of charity, it's often for your own well-being
It's not for luck that everything goes well for you, that life does not go awry
To have the strength to get up
Laziness does not come that way, that's how you start to join this very popular sect
With their forgiven sins and various praises you pray,
Head over heels in a matrimonial airplane
And your church will rob you until it can no longer
But you want to make your children take communion, to have them baptized,
You can buy these stamps with the image of the altar,
You prefer to donate, or to lift a weight in quantity on your neck,
To walk barefoot, to flog yourself, if God exists you are not going to love him any more for that
I want to explain to you that God does not live in the church and would never want to live there,
A handful of swindlers are crazy to tie up,
They get money from the people and that's how well they do, smiling priests if they can't fornicate,
Who do you want to swindle with your prayers, a God who doesn't have to answer you? You change cars as you change your disguise, I'm the collector of your tuxedo.
Who persecutes you? you'll pray to stay alive. Destiny is already written.

CHORUS

Dreaming awake,
Don't let them guide you, guide your own path
Without thinking of anything else,
Don't give in to sects, they are in common,
The sun will rise and hit your back every Monday,
Dream awake, don't let them guide you,
Your brain has been eaten by prayers and other things,
Images, vows, priests with the faces of others, they are not going to fool me.
I don't want to see them even in photos.

How much is the photographer or the mass for a deceased person worth?
How much is it worth to make sure that my hand will be with God,
It has a price, they put it on,
Send a couple of balls to get money out of this thing,
They have reasons, situations why priests live in mansions
And they charge pensions, gifts, from head to toe you are only swindlers,
Who look down on their surroundings,
Buy a one-way ticket and save the round trip,
Because no matter how many praises you give, your life is dead,
Face and show your face, little priest,
I've spent 5 to light 15 candles in your chapel,
The children don't scream, I don't see anyone starving,
You call yourself a man
You delight me with your
Taking care of the whole world from some claws
If the money you grab is only for your wallet,
I'm telling you it's not "nonsense", I'm "crazy", I'm "high",
I'm pissing in the church, I put it in big letters on the blackboard
And now let me fly, father, let me be free, you can't sin,
Or not go to heaven, what's the use? Heaven will be empty if it's about sins,
To you, people who sin are before people who make mistakes
What a rat to let yourself be carried away!
Go with God to the sound of my sweet serenade.

CHORUS