Текст и перевод песни Mente Sabia Crú - Loop 42

Loop 42

Aquí las coincidencias no existen sin embargo,
Es cosa de suerte que Miserables sables, hablen, decapiten por encargo,
Un trago amargo en cada letargo recostado en mi cuarto,
Aparto malos pensamientos, dardos reparto.
(Ouuu!)

Suena terrible brooo!
Es la Mente Sabia asesina sin aderezos cocina este flow y yo,
Guardo secretos concretos, escribo decretos,
El primero: Aléjate del micro un metro!
(Oh my goood)
En la caja de pandora,
Este disco es imposible de ocultar, como una retroexcavadora,
Perfora, corazones mejora,
Metáforas de día y noche: SI, a todas horas.
Mamá siempre decía.
La vida es como una caja de bombones,
Tendrá sus razones,
Yo por mi parte aún sigo buscando aquel dulzor entre mis renglones
Quizás no especificó que los amargos son los dolores.

Mis diablillos golpean la puerta
Molestan
Ofrecen drogas y buenos deseos
Pero igual no entran
Es wea mía o pintaron todo
Color magenta
Se inundaron las calles
El cielo se llenó de mierda
Las damas tocan el pungi
Hacen bailar a la víbora
Vuelven al hombre inútil
Frágil frente a los síntomas
Del tiempo fugaz
Y sus azares rotundos
No ha luz en los paisajes
Cuando duermo profundo

FUCK!!!!
Hip Hop de chile dicen guacho
Bálsamo sudaka
Copas, néctares verbales
Van bebiendo el mapa.
Tómalo de a tapas, aguardiente yo
Tómalo de a tapas, flow caliente dos*
Expande la visión
Mi cámara en un zoom
No entiende el párrafo
Pa mcs que no saben del MF DOOM
Kum, Akuma, Gouki, Ryu
Entreno al lao del río...
Shit...
Me hablan de sol cuando tienen frío.

YES!
Pero Hip-Hop no es palabra de peso
Tres, pirómanos se truqueaban con ese
Ingles. Trataban de cachar cassette
Y les dijeron nooo...
Ellos dijeron;
YES!
Pero Hip-Hop no es palabra de peso
Tres, pirómanos se truqueaban con ese
Ingles. Trataban de cachar cassette
Y les dijeron nooo...
Ellos dijeron; Tal vez.

No existe ciencia más exacta
Hay oídos que se jactan
Para ellos tengo poemas, emblemas de muchas vidas, me captan?
Buscan salida, se adaptan
Si estas perdida, te raptan
Algunos pocos haciendo valer lo que falta.
Como una rata porto anta ante chantas
Es mi defensa contra tanta mierda que nos asalta,
Me es imposible negar este amor por el Rap
Es mi escudo, es mi espada y no la quieren ver desenfundar.
Voy a todo dar y fijo lanzo los dardos
Pesados fardos cargo cuando.
El ritmo es bastardo y me encargo
De vaciar por completo esta mochila sin embargo
No todo lo que escribes es bien recibido, de acuerdo?

Me hablan de sol cuando tienen frío
Me hablan de amor cuando están vacíos
Y juego con la pausa como Sean P
Un lobo con su danza como Kevin C
Me afeito y soy el novel
Nuevo, neo, neófito
Licántropos con garras
Dicen Si viene
Bueno, el Bene les da cara
Dicen si viene
Ponme a Celia y un Quimbara...
Dispara*

¿Cuántos años se necesitan pa′ olvidar estos cinco minutos?
El dolor de cabeza no cesa, hilo se enreda en el canuto.
Traje este ramo de palabras, dime donde las pongo,
Tengo un micro en la mano, te juro que no respondo.

En la básica aprendí ingles
Y también a robar
De la adultez me gusta el placer
Del sexo matinal
Que más...
El sol por la ventana
En la mañana al despertar
El aroma a marihuana
Cuando la acabas de cortar
Ahora milicos se roban la gasolina de los tanques
Capaz que si hay guerra todos estos maricones se arranquen
En el nombre del hijo del espíritu santo y del padre
Crucifica a tu salvador si no obtienes resultados favorables.

YES!
Pero Hip-Hop no es palabra de peso
Tres, pirómanos se truqueaban con ese
Ingles. Trataban de cachar cassette
Y les dijeron nooo...
Ellos dijeron;
YES!
Pero Hip-Hop no es palabra de peso
Tres, pirómanos se truqueaban con ese
Ingles. Trataban de cachar cassette
Y les dijeron nooo...
Ellos dijeron.

Loop 42

Here, coincidences don't exist, however,
It's a matter of luck that Miserable sabers speak, decapitate on commission,
A bitter drink in every lethargy lying in my room,
I push away bad thoughts, I give out darts.
(Ouuu!)

Sounds terrible brooo!
It's the Wise Mind, killer without dressings cooking this flow and I,
I keep concrete secrets, I write decrees,
The first: Get a meter away from the mic!
(Oh my goood)
In Pandora's box,
This record is impossible to hide, like a backhoe,
It pierces, improves hearts,
Metaphors of day and night: YES, at all hours.
Mom always said.
Life is like a box of chocolates,
It will have its reasons,
I, for my part, am still looking for that sweetness among my lines
Maybe she didn't specify that the bitter ones are the pains.

My devils knock on the door
They bother
They offer drugs and good wishes
But they still don't come in
Is it just me or did they paint everything
Magenta
The streets flooded
The sky was filled with shit
The ladies play the pungi
They make the viper dance
They make the man useless again
Fragile in the face of the symptoms
Of fleeting time
And its resounding hazards
There is no light in the landscapes
When I sleep soundly

FUCK!!!!
Hip Hop from Chile, they say dude
South American balm
Cups, verbal nectars
They are drinking the map.
Take it in tapas, brandy me
Take it in tapas, hot flow two*
Expands the vision
My camera on a zoom
Doesn't understand the paragraph
For MCs who don't know about MF DOOM
Kum, Akuma, Gouki, Ryu
I train by the river...
Shit...
They talk to me about sun when they're cold.

YES!
But Hip-Hop is not a word of weight
Three, pyromaniacs bartered with that
English. They tried to get a cassette
And they were told nooo...
They said;
YES!
But Hip-Hop is not a word of weight
Three, pyromaniacs bartered with that
English. They tried to get a cassette
And they were told nooo...
They said; Maybe.

There is no more exact science
There are ears that boast
For them I have poems, emblems of many lives, do they capture me?
They look for a way out, they adapt
If you are lost, they kidnap you
A few making up for what is missing.
Like a rat, I carry anta before swindlers
It is my defense against so much shit that assaults us,
It is impossible for me to deny this love for Rap
It's my shield, it's my sword and they don't want to see it unsheathed.
I'm going all out and I'm launching the darts
Heavy bales I carry when.
The rhythm is bastard and I'm in charge
To completely empty this backpack, however
Not everything you write is well received, okay?

They talk to me about sun when they're cold
They talk to me about love when they are empty
And I play with the pause like Sean P
A wolf with his dance like Kevin C
I shave and I'm the novel
New, neo, neophyte
Werewolves with claws
They say If it comes
Well, Bene gives them face
They say if it comes
Put me Celia and a Quimbara...
Shoots*

How many years does it take to forget these five minutes?
The headache doesn't stop, the thread gets tangled in the pipe.
I brought this bouquet of words, tell me where I put them,
I have a mic in my hand, I swear I don't answer.

In elementary school I learned English
And also to steal
From adulthood I like pleasure
Of morning sex
What else...
The sun through the window
In the morning when you wake up
The aroma of marijuana
When you just cut it
Now cops steal gasoline from tanks
Maybe if there is a war all these faggots will run away
In the name of the son of the Holy Spirit and the Father
Crucify your savior if you do not get favorable results.

YES!
But Hip-Hop is not a word of weight
Three, pyromaniacs bartered with that
English. They tried to get a cassette
And they were told nooo...
They said;
YES!
But Hip-Hop is not a word of weight
Three, pyromaniacs bartered with that
English. They tried to get a cassette
And they were told nooo...
They said.