Текст и перевод песни La Pozze Latina - Nebolusa

Nebolusa

Volviendo en si mismo,
Acostado sobre la caja vacia de un don francisco,
Un 6.5 noquea su cuerpo uno listo,
La puerta se abre tum tum un minuto mas tarde ya esposado
Camino a la comisaria memorizando el pasado
Coopera por horas interrogado por su crimen
La mala fortuna el tipo sapeado por vecinos que si ven
Su hija menor de 6 14 la otra en estado de embarazo
Las dos bien calladas de blanco testigo en la boda
Pues en este caso se ha formado un casamiento
Contrae el violador las nupcias
Con lo que sentencio asi el juez exclama
Explica que aplica el peso completo el crimen no paga
El sistema se halaga por aceptar el reto moral
Morales mas tarde sigue pa'dentro encerrado en el camion
Camino pa'l centro penal de puente alto
Entrega la ropa la bota la vida encomienda su hombria
Al señor que cree encontrar arriba
Pero se cruza con otro el doble de peso el triple de odio
La noticia ha llegado el contrato expirado el plazo vencido
Abusador sin poder ni cartel camino de daño
El patio no escucha, lo calzan en el baño

La cronica anunciada de un cuerpo penando estando aun vivo
El karma que con paciencia busca equilibrio en lo real, en lo real

De muy pequeño era el dinero,
Todo perdia brillo junto aquello
Bello reluciente estupefaciente no injectable
Adictivo imperdonable
Desde chico robando para trabajarse el nombre en la calle
Luego ya compraba blanca, coca limpia,
El dulce de la santa recordada
Cargada de venganza consumiendose
Engrupiendose con estres y falta de movilidad
Jalandose la merca sin despues poder pagar
Mar adentro en deuda con los tiburones de piel manchada
Cayendo en la red enredada
Tras la enredada vida cuando se convierte en
El escapa a la casa de gravaron
Traficando ahora base
La pesadila de su propia clase
Lo poco que suele quedar de neuronas
Piensa entrar a robar un kilo de pasta
Ladrones gritan se escucha
Su carne hambrienta de morir
Sangrando lo llevan adentro para oir
La ultima confesion del demonio angustiado
No, por su cuerpo nadie se ha pronunciado
La muerte acoje la bolsa se acojen
En el maletero del viejo chevy ponen
Se dirigen para perder al vendedor de turno
Lo lanzan a la balsa del liquido turbio

Nebolusa

Coming to, my senses
Lying upon the empty box of Don Francisco
A 6.5 knocks out my body, I'm ready
The door opens, boom, boom, a minute later I'm in cuffs
On my way to the station, memorizing my past
Co-operating for hours, interrogated for my crime
Bad luck, the guy snitched by the neighbors who see it all
His youngest daughter, 6, the other 14, pregnant
Both very quiet, as bridesmaids in the wedding
In this case, a marriage has been formed
The rapist gets married
With what I sentence so the judge exclaims
Explaining that he applies the full weight, the crime doesn't pay
The system is flattered for accepting the moral challenge
Morales later follows to go inside, locked in the van
On the way to the Puente Alto Detention Center
He gives up his clothes, his boots, his life, he entrusts his manhood
To the Lord he believes he will find above
But he runs into another, twice as heavy, three times as much hatred
The news has come, the contract has expired, the deadline has passed
Abuser with no power or cartel, on the path of harm
The inmates don't listen, they get him in the bathroom

The announced chronicle of a body suffering while still alive
Karma, with patience, seeks balance in the real, in the real

From a very young age it was money,
Everything lost its shine next to that
Beautiful, shiny, stupefying not injectable
Addictive, unforgivable
Stealing from a young age to make a name for himself on the street
Then he bought cocaine, pure coke,
The sweetness of the saint, remembered
Filled with revenge, consuming itself
Becoming entangled with stress and lack of mobility
Snorting the coke without being able to pay later
Deeper in debt with the sharks with spotted skin
Falling into the tangled net
After the entangled life when it becomes
The escape to the trap house
Now trafficking base
The nightmare of his own kind
The few neurons that are usually left
Thinking of breaking in to steal a kilo of paste
Thieves, they shout,
His flesh hungry to die
Bleeding, they take him inside to hear
The last confession of the anguished demon
No, no one has spoken for his body
Death welcomes the bag, they welcome it
In the trunk of the old Chevy they put it
They are heading to lose the dealer on duty
They throw him into the raft of the murky liquid