Текст и перевод песни Morodo - Más yama

Más yama

Tengo una pregunta que hacerle a esa gente

A esas personas que quieren que no cante
Y es que como van ha hacer para callarme
Yo le digo friend no van a poder detenerme.
Tengo una pregunta que hacerle a esa gente
A esas personas que quieren que no cante
Y esque como van ha hacer para callarme
Yo le digo friend no van a poder...

Ya se lo expliqué in da crew con el presidente

Ahora canto otra por si no fue bastante, atended
Metele consciente
Por que hay algo que yo quisiera contarte
No les basta con robar a la gente
Junto con la iglesia tiene poder para condenarte
Usan su justicia para tenerte a su alcance
Con sus leyes ellos quieren controlarte y se mas yama
Rasta de esa no mama quemo su política y su iglesia romana
Mas yama, mas y mas yama hasta quee no quede nada
Call dem, say, y mas yama mas y mas yama
Temo su política y su iglesia romana
Mas yama mas y mas yama, ¿quién ascenderá su montaña?
Oh jah rastafary nyahbynguiman en la mañana
Acción de gracias pues no me alcanzan sus garras, babilón
Sacerdotes abusando de niños lesbianas y travestís en Buckinham
En la casa blanca duerme un asesino
Y como Guantánamo hay cincuenta mil mas
En la costa de Galicia el Prestige
Se ha hundido y hacen como que no a pasao na
Y estoy yo seguro que esto que digo lo van a negar.

Tengo una pregunta que hacerle a esa gente
A esas personas que quieren que no cante

Y es que como van ha hacer para callarme
Yo le digo friend no van a poder no, no.
Yo no entro en su juego les prendo fuego
Rasta no traga hipócritas ni fariseos, rasta
Sigue un camino correcto, rasta lo que te dice es bien cierto
Yo no miento no no, mira a tu alrededor oye bwoy
Verás que es verdad, ay ay ay
Bombas de destrucción masiva en Irak
Y mientras tanto donde está Osama
Una nueva ola de hambre en África y no es noticia esta semana
Yankies, putas y menores de edad, son bombo claps, viva my crew
Madrid dancehall y digan mas yama y mas yama y mas yama
Rasta no mama quemo su política y su iglesia romana
Mas yama, mas y mas yama hasta que no quede nada, call dem
Say, y mas yama mas y mas yama, quemo su polítca y su iglesia
Romana, mas yama mas y mas yama
¿Quién ascenderá su montaña?, ohhhh
Mas yama, mas y mas yama quemo su política y su iglesia romana
Mas yama, mas y mas yama hasta que no quede nada
Call dem, say, y mas yama mas y mas yama
Quemo su política y su iglesia romana yao...

More Fire

I have a question for those people,

Those who want me to stop singing,
And how will they silence me?
I tell them, friend, you won't be able to stop me.
I have a question for those people,
Those who want me to stop singing,
And how will they silence me?
I tell them, friend, you won't be able to...

I already explained it in da crew with the president,

Now I sing another one in case it wasn't enough, listen up,
Pay attention,
Because there's something I want to tell you,
It's not enough for them to steal from the people,
Together with the church, they have the power to condemn you,
They use their justice to keep you within reach,
With their laws they want to control you, and it's more fire,
Rasta doesn't fall for that, I burn their politics and their Roman church,
More fire, more and more fire until nothing remains,
Silence them, say, and more fire, more and more fire,
I fear their politics and their Roman church,
More fire, more and more fire, who will ascend their mountain?
Oh Jah Rastafari, Nyabinghi man in the morning,
Thanksgiving because their claws don't reach me, Babylon,
Priests abusing children, lesbians, and transvestites in Buckingham,
A murderer sleeps in the White House,
And there are fifty thousand more like Guantanamo,
On the coast of Galicia, the Prestige,
Has sunk, and they act like nothing happened,
And I'm sure they'll deny what I'm saying.

I have a question for those people,
Those who want me to stop singing,

And how will they silence me?
I tell them, friend, you won't be able to, no, no.
I don't play their game, I set them on fire,
Rasta doesn't swallow hypocrites or Pharisees, Rasta
Follows a righteous path, Rasta tells you the truth,
I don't lie, no, no, look around you, hey bwoy,
You'll see it's true, ay ay ay,
Weapons of mass destruction in Iraq,
And meanwhile, where is Osama?
A new wave of hunger in Africa, and it's not news this week,
Yankies, whores, and minors, are bombo claps, long live my crew,
Madrid dancehall, and say more fire and more fire and more fire,
Rasta doesn't fall for that, I burn their politics and their Roman church,
More fire, more and more fire until nothing remains, silence them,
Say, and more fire, more and more fire, I burn their politics and their church,
Roman, more fire, more and more fire,
Who will ascend their mountain? Ohhhh,
More fire, more and more fire, I burn their politics and their Roman church,
More fire, more and more fire until nothing remains,
Silence them, say, and more fire, more and more fire,
I burn their politics and their Roman church, yao...