Текст и перевод песни Morad - Duros, Blandos y Flojos

Duros, Blandos y Flojos

Duro con el Motorola
Duro como estar en la calle y metido en lo′ tiempo' de la BlackBerry
Duro como una fuga con motora
Duro como hacer lo′ negocio' dentro de un carro
Duro como tener que fugarse de la policía
Y que por lluvia tú pilles un catarro
Fuga que acabas en la montaña
Ropa manchada acabada en barro
Duro como tener brazos solamente pa'
Buscarse en la calle solamente comida
Y duro como lo′ que trabajan las ocho
Hora′ de jornada con salario que no vale nada
Y duro porque aguanta y se calla
Y porque en su mente nunca lе pasa que a alguno le pida
Y duro porque hacеn su jornada
Por una vida que ha sido poco asegurada
Y duro como tener un colega que por
Un simple delito lo tenga' tú deportado
Y duro que te acusen por la cara y que no
Tenga′ ni siquiera pa' pagarte un abogado
Y duro sin dinero justicia te come, y te come, pero sin significado
Duro sería como mi colega el Coleta
Que sin prueba′ ya me lo tienen encerrado
Duro como causa' que no has hecho
Duro como mantener un techo
Duro′ lo' que trabajan en el estrecho
Frío malo que te pasa en el pecho
Duro como la busca de to' lo′ día′
Y duro porque no quiere' má′ comisaría
Duro porque dijeron que saldría
Y al otro día preso sin salida
Y duro todo lo malo que he pasado
Y todavía nunca lo contaría
Y duro lo mantengo siempre callado
Ayudando al que meno' lo pensaría
Y duro con el hambre de la infancia
Y duro como saber tu crianza
Y duro porque vivo con esperanza
Aunque no tenga pa′ la panza
Y duro 'tamo′ porque a pesar de todo
Lo que hemo' vivido seguimos alante'
Y duro lo que hicieron en calle′ millone′
Y están en la calle sin dar el cante
Y duro a pesar lo malo que he vivido
En una base lo seguro e' que lo cante
Y duro, no hablo de mi gente a la espalda
Y lo que hablo duro siempre digo ′e frente

Y flojo' porque lo′ que dicen que tienen
Cadena' y se pensarían que con eso van lejo′
Y flojo' porque saben que cuando cumple'
Lo′ treinta solamente se quedaron lo′ reflejo'
Y duro′ lo' que cuidan a la familia
Y duro′ lo' que quieran a sus hijo′
Y duro' lo' que cuidan a la familia
Van a llegar lejo′, dice

Y blando′ como lo' que abrían la boca
Siempre que tenían con policía mínima parada
Blando′ como lo' que declararon en la
Comisaría cuando sabe′ que ahí nunca se dice nada
Blando' como que tienen un bando
Un bando que va de algo y pa′ mí te juro no han sido nada
Y blando', son blando'
Son blando′, son duro′ solamente en manada

Y duro' lo′ que callamos y afrontamos, y que venga lo que venga
Y duro porque sabemo' que no cambiamo′ tenga' lo que tenga′
Flojo' porque no saben plasmar la' realidade′ que aquí se viven
Flojo′ porque a la mínima que tocan algo rápido le exhiben, dice

Duro mi colega que pasó meses encerrado, y nunca dijo nada
Duro porque siempre yo le hacía la' visita′ que él nunca se esperaba
Y duro porque ahora es mi hermano, canta conmigo y está pa' la que sea
Y duro porque él nunca me ha dejado, hora verdad
Combate y pelea

Oye, ala, mira, dice
Jaja
Oye, ala, mira
Y duro, duro, duro, seguimo′ de siempre
Y M.D.L.R han sido lo' duro′ lo' que siguen en jornada
Lo' que siguen en la calle para nada
Oye
Van a llegar lejo′ lo′ que cuidan a la familia y sus hijo', ah, ay
Y la clase obrera
Oye, y la clase obrera
Aquí no se mide tu persona por lo que tiene′ dentro de la cartera
Y la, y la clase obrera
Dice, y la clase obrera
Aquí no se miden la' persona′ por lo que tiene' dentro de la cartera
Y la, y la clase obrera
Dice, y la clase obrera
Aquí no se miden la′ persona' por lo que tiene' dentro de la cartera
Y la, y la clase obrera
Dice, y la clase obrera
Aquí no se miden la′ persona′ por lo que tiene' dentro de la cartera
Y la clase obrera
Y la clase obrera
Aquí no se miden la′ persona' por lo que tiene′ dentro de la cartera

Hard, Soft, and Weak

Tough with the Motorola
Tough like being on the streets, stuck in the BlackBerry days
Tough like a getaway on a motorbike
Tough like doing business inside a car
Tough like having to escape from the police
And catching a cold from the rain
A getaway that ends up in the mountains
Clothes stained and covered in mud
Tough like having arms only to
Search for food on the streets
And tough like those who work eight
Hours a day with a salary that's worth nothing
And tough because he endures and stays silent
And because it never crosses his mind to ask anyone for anything
And tough because they do their job
For a life that hasn't been well secured
And tough like having a friend who, for
A simple crime, gets deported
And tough to be accused to your face and not even
Have enough to pay for a lawyer
And tough, without money, justice eats you up, but meaninglessly
Tough would be like my friend Coleta
Who, without evidence, is already locked up
Tough like charges you haven't committed
Tough like keeping a roof over your head
Tough are those who work in the strait
A bad cold that gets into your chest
Tough like searching all day long
And tough because you don't want any more police stations
Tough because they said he would get out
And the next day, imprisoned with no way out
And tough, all the bad things I've been through
And I would never tell
And tough, I always keep it quiet
Helping those who would least expect it
And tough with the hunger of childhood
And tough like knowing your upbringing
And tough because I live with hope
Even though I don't have enough to eat
And we're tough because despite everything
We've been through, we keep moving forward
And tough what they did on the streets, millions
And they're on the streets without a care
And tough despite the bad things I've lived
In a beat, I'm sure I'll sing about it
And tough, I don't talk behind my people's backs
And what I say, I always say it to their face

And weak because those who say they have
Chains and think they'll go far with that
And weak because they know that when they turn
Thirty, only their reflections remain
And tough are those who take care of their family
And tough are those who love their children
And tough are those who take care of their family
They will go far, he says

And soft like those who opened their mouths
Whenever they had the slightest encounter with the police
Soft like those who testified at the
Police station when they know nothing is ever said there
Soft like they have a gang
A gang that claims something, and I swear they haven't done anything
And soft, they are soft
They are soft, they are only tough in a pack

And tough are those who keep quiet and face things, whatever may come
And tough because we know we don't change, no matter what we have
Weak because they don't know how to portray the realities lived here
Weak because at the slightest touch, they quickly expose it, he says

Tough, my friend who spent months locked up, and never said a word
Tough because I always visited him when he least expected it
And tough because now he's my brother, sings with me and is there for whatever
And tough because he never left me, for real
Fight and struggle

Hey, come on, look, he says
Haha
Hey, come on, look
And tough, tough, tough, we continue as always
And M.D.L.R have been the tough ones who keep working
Those who keep on the streets for nothing
Hey
Those who take care of their family and their children will go far, ah, ay
And the working class
Hey, and the working class
Here, your worth isn't measured by what you have in your wallet
And the, and the working class
He says, and the working class
Here, people aren't measured by what they have in their wallet
And the, and the working class
He says, and the working class
Here, people aren't measured by what they have in their wallet
And the, and the working class
He says, and the working class
Here, people aren't measured by what they have in their wallet
And the working class
And the working class
Here, people aren't measured by what they have in their wallet