Текст и перевод песни Manny Montes - Ak 48

Ak 48

Pudiera hacer música bonita
Pa'l Domingo eclesiástico
Que mi rap no suene pesado
Incómodo ni drástico
Pa' que los Pastores digan
Esto suena fantástico
Como dice su Palabra
Solo con himnos y cánticos
Vestirme bien decente
Para lucirles simpático
No mostrar emociones
Pues tengo que ser empatico
Pues para mi asi te sueno
Un poco sarcástico
Que yo soy como soy
Mi corazón no es de plástico

Soy de los pocos
Que en contra de la corriente
Siempre rema
El que vive en la linea de fuego
Pero no se quema
El que por grabar con Farruko
Se buscó tantos problemas
Yo sigo partiendo esquemas
Aunque le duela a too el sistema
El que no tiene temor decir
Quiero enganchar los guantes
Porque hay tantos que me escuchan
Y no quiero que se espanten
Aunque he tocado fondo
He sabido seguir pa' lante
Su gracia es mas que suficiente
Pa' que me levante

Muchos dicen
Este si es escandaloso
Este es rebelde
A veces me molesto tanto
Y como Hulk me pongo verde
Otros por los panes y los peces
La lengua se muerden
Es que si la música
No suena linda no se vende
Todos envueltos en el work
Mientras el mundo se pierde
No importa que me digan loco
Y que conmigo no concuerden
Yo sigo hablando realidades
Pa' que dos o tres se acuerden
Haber si salen de esa burbuja
Y por fin se remuerden
No necesitamos el mundo
El mundo nos necesita
Todos me dicen Manny
No cantes eso mejor evita
Que nuevo se molestan dos hombres
Y mas nunca te invitan
Y desde cuando
Las letras del Jibaro
Han sido fresitas
Veinte servicios semanales
Dentro del Bendito Templo
No estoy en contra de eso
A Dios se adora en todo momento
Pero si no salimos a las calles
Quién les dará el ejemplo de Jesús
Que viene pronto
Se nos acaba el tiempo

Dios bendiga aquellos
Que por ahí van trabajando
Que no necesitan glamour
Para estar predicando
Y alternan el altavoz
Hablan de Dios
De su casa hasta la plaza
Que los mueve un corazón
Y no las masas
Que no han salido en revista
Nunca han hecho una entrevista
Y no están pendiente
A que los retraten los periodista
Con razón predican
Aunque los llamen idealistas
Aquellos que están claros
De quién es El Rey protagonista
Tanto que dicen que lo representan
Y están en discordia
Pero mas escaso esta el amor
Y la misericordia
Acaso están ciegos
Como hay tantos
Que nos desprecian
Porque Jesús los convence
Pero no su Iglesia
Hasta que no haya una reforma
Ni rompamos estereotipos
Y encontremos la reforma
Y trabajemos en equipo
A salir de la comodidad
Hacer la guerra al Hades
Conquistar ciudades
Y seguir hablando realidades

Edited by zelayamarlon

Ak 48

I could make nice music
For the Sunday churchgoers
So that my rap doesn't sound heavy
Uncomfortable or drastic
For the Pastors to say
This sounds fantastic
Like Your Word says
Only with hymns and songs
To dress well, looking handsome
To appear pleasant to them
To not show emotions
Because I have to be empathetic
Because that's how you hear me
A bit sarcastic
That I am how I am
My heart is not plastic

I am one of the few,
That against the tide
Always rows
The one that lives in the line of fire
But is not burned
The one for recording with Farruko
Has looked for so many problems
I continue breaking patterns
Although it pains the whole system
The one that has no fear to say
I want to hang up my gloves
Because there are so many that listen to me
And I don't want them to be scared
Although I have hit bottom
I have known how to follow you forward
Your grace is more than enough
For me to rise

Many say
This one is really outrageous
This one is rebellious
Sometimes I get so angry
And I turn as green as the Hulk
Others for the bread and the fish
They bite their tongues
When if the music
Doesn't sound beautiful it doesn't sell
All wrapped up in the work
While the world is lost
It doesn't matter that they call me crazy
And that they don't agree with me
I continue speaking realities
So that two or three will remember
To have come out of that bubble
And finally they will feel remorse
We don't need the world
The world needs us
Everyone says to me, Manny
Don't sing that, it's better to avoid it
Because two men will get mad and
They'll never invite you again
Since when
The lyrics of the Jibaro
Have been strawberries
Twenty weekly services
Inside the Holy Temple
I'm not against that
God is worshipped at all times
But if we don't go out into the streets
Who will give them the example of Jesus?
Who is coming soon
We are running out of time

God bless those
Who are working there
Who don't need glamour
To be preaching
And they alternate the loudspeaker
They speak of God
From their house to the square
They are moved by a heart
And not the masses
That they haven't been featured in magazines
They have never given an interview
And they are not waiting
For journalists to portray them
With reason they preach
Although they call them idealists
Those who are clear
Of who the King protagonist is
So much as they say they represent Him
And they are in disagreement
But love is even more scarce
And mercy
Are they perhaps blind?
Like there are so many
Who scorn us
Because Jesus convinces them
But not his Church
Until there is a reformation
And we don't break stereotypes
And we find the reform
And we work as a team
To get out of comfort
To wage war on Hades
To conquer cities
And to continue speaking realities

Edited by zelayamarlon