Текст и перевод песни Lyan feat. J King - Voces

Voces

Padresito que estás en el cielo, santificado sea tu nombre.
Te pido que me cuides a mamá, a papá y a mis hermanos.
Permite que esas voces que escucho se alejen. Nunca me abandones en la oscuridad.
Gracias por escucharme, Amen.
Llevo tantos recuerdos de cuando chamaquito, me crié en la invasiones, entre el hambre y el grito.
Mi vieja invadió un terreno pa' que no pasaramos sereno, el techo era de simil le temía al aguacero.
De cinco hermano' el tercero, uno adentro que no veo, no recuerdo ni el reflejo bebo.
Mi viejo en vicio de apogeo, lo sacaba el shorty pa'que aportara en el juego.
Y pa' ese tiempo era la zone del father y dj joe, la música era música y mi cama la atención.
Al tiempo fuí creciendo en la intermedia revuleaba, en la escuela con trespuelas si te metes pues cobrabas.
Voces, que por las noches me suelen llamar,
Hoy con murmullo se salen del closet.
Cierro los ojos y empiezo a rezar,
Es un enigma que se desconoce.

Mi vieja se mudaba como 6 veces al año, viví un poco inestable aunque nunca me hizo daño.
Estudié un par de intermedias, conocía y despedía, nunca tuve amigos fieles cuenta hasta hoy en día.
Desde pequeño tuve sueños de que el mundo se acababa.
Y que nadie me creía, las cosas que veía sucedían, en mis alrededores.
Era por eso que con pepa olvidaba los dolores.
Voces, que por las noches me suelen llamar,
Hoy con murmullo se salen del closet.
Cierro los ojos y empiezo a rezar,
Es un enigma que se desconoce.
Que por las noches me suelen llamar,
Hoy con murmullo se salen del closet.
Cierro los ojos y empiezo a rezar,
Es un enigma que se desconoce.
Voces venignas, susurrosas, malignas que se oyen tenebrosas como estigmas.
Me llaman y siguen, me siguen no me aflijen, me dejo llevar dicen que me dirijen:
"Lyan bota el lapiz es que eso no te da na', abre de no pana y escribe en la madrugana"
Pero no pego un parpado, duerme cuando mueran los demás, mañana es pa' hoy la espera desespera.
Crea versos, estrofa plenitud rapea distinto. Con tu voz sé tú, y sé más eficáz.
Si desalinas, es que eres capáz y un día a toditos arrastras.
Había un tipo que aparecía como a las once y pico, su su cara no me explico

Voices

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
I ask you to watch over my mom, my dad and my siblings.
Let those voices I hear go away. Never abandon me in the dark.
Thank you for listening to me, Amen.
I have so many memories of when I was a little boy, I grew up in the slums, between hunger and shouting.
My old lady invaded a plot of land so we wouldn't go hungry, the roof was made of corrugated iron and I was afraid of the downpours.
Of five brothers I was the third, one inside I don't see, I don't remember or even think about it.
My old man was deep into vice, he would pull out the short straw so he could contribute to the game.
And around that time it was the era of Father and Dj Joe, the music was music and my bed was the centre of attention.
In time I grew up, I got into mischief in middle school, at school you'd pay if you got involved.
Voices, that usually call me at night,
Today they come out of the closet murmuring.
I close my eyes and start to pray,
It's an enigma that is unknown.

My old lady moved about six times a year, I lived a bit unstably but she never hurt me.
I studied a couple of years of intermediate school, I knew people and said goodbye, I never had real friends, and that's still the case today.
From a young age I had dreams that the world was ending.
And that nobody believed me, the things I saw happening, in my surroundings.
That's why I forgot my troubles with dope.
Voices, that usually call me at night,
Today they come out of the closet murmuring.
I close my eyes and start to pray,
It's an enigma that is unknown.
That usually call me at night,
Today they come out of the closet murmuring.
I close my eyes and start to pray,
It's an enigma that is unknown.
Voices benign, whispering, maleficent that are heard terrifying like stigmas.
They call me and follow me, they follow me they don't afflict me, I let myself go they say they guide me:
"Lyan put down the pencil because that doesn't give you anything, open up as a friend and write in the early hours"
But I don't bat an eyelid, sleep when the others die, tomorrow is today the wait is driving me crazy.
Create verses, stanzas completely rap differently. With your voice be yourself, and be more efficient.
If you give up, it's because you're capable and one day you'll drag everyone along.
There was a guy who would show up around eleven o'clock, I can't explain his face