Текст и перевод песни Mr. Vasovski feat. Soozy Q. - The Music

The Music

Es curioso, que el que realmente busca cuando encuentra se disgusta,
Es peligroso caminar, pero es llegar lo que me asusta,
Imborroso, por venir de esa justa, mi presente en forma brusca
Haciendo que el pasado lusca mas glorioso que nunca
Es curioso, pero justamente cuando te frustras,
Aparece en forma abrupta un angel que oculta tu angustia
Siento que hay una nacion y una razon,
Sera que tu hoy buscas con esta interrogacion?
Debo destrozar tus oidos para que oigas con el corazon?
Curioso es que esta educacion pretenda que alguien aprenda
Si aun tiene la conviccion, de que en verda el saber vendra
De la cantidad de fechas y contiendas que retengas
Es curioso que tenga tanta importancia el barrio del que provengas,
Y que el bienestar dependa de la cantidad de prendas que puedas comprar en tiendas
Son muchos los telefonos que albergas en tu agenda, cuando solo te sientas seran pocos los que atiendan,
Es curioso que no entiendas que mi cien da,
Siempre que lo ofendas, 100 palabras como prenda,
Nada mas, escribiendo me despojo de mi ego,
Cantando lo arrojo al fuego,
Ante tu desprecio escojo el respeto, pues me niego,
A cobrar ojo por ojo y que acabemos ambos ciego.

Es curioso, que el pais que otorga mas subsidio,
Sera la nacion con mas cantidad de suicidio,
Sueño, realidad, alguien por ti ya decidio,
Has lo mismo que hiso todo aquel que vivio sin pensar
Y muere por que el deber se te impide, arriesgate a volar,
Dejate llevar, eres dueño de todo lo que puedas imaginar.

Es curioso que necesite, refugiarme en mi escondite
Para olvidarme que este amor a mi corazon derrite,
Es curioso que sea cobarde, un MC se admite
Que apela por el "desearme" y no compite,
Hoy prefiero sincerarme, sin ser tratar de que esto no se insite,
Al dejar que sus almas griten, para que mas temprano que tarde
Los hombres se calmen y se comuniquen
Es curioso observar que al menospreciar permiten
Que salir de nada y mente te limites
Nose si tengo palabras que expliquen lo curioso que es,
Ver lo que ves, si siemrpe deseas que sea al revez,
Hoy mi desafio no es que el mundo sea mio, tampoco es de mi interes
Intentar ocultar mi astio, tan curioso es que no sonrio,
Cuando pierdo el rio de pensamiento, en un papel valdio que hoy envio a este desierto
Impio donde a lo lejos jamaz encontraras un puesto vacio junto al resto,
Confio en el afecto...
Si un dia amanesco muerto, sera porque preferi vivir soñando antes que morir despierto.

The Music

Curiously, the one who truly searches is dismayed upon finding,
It's risky to walk, but it's arriving that frightens me,
Vaguely, from coming from that just, my present in a gruff manner
Making the past look more glorious than ever
It's curious, but just when you get frustrated,
An angel appears abruptly, hiding your anguish
I feel that there is a nation and a reason,
Could it be that today you seek with this interrogation?
Should I tear your ears apart so that you may hear with your heart?
Curiously, this education expects someone to learn
If you still have the conviction that knowledge will truly come
From the amount of dates and feuds that you can retain
It's curious that the neighborhood you come from is of such importance,
And that well-being depends on the amount of garments that you can buy in stores
There are many phones that you have in your directory, when you feel lonely there will be few who attend,
It's curious that you don't understand that my hundred gives,
Whenever you offend it, 100 words as a pledge,
Nothing else, writing I shed my ego,
Singing I cast it into the fire,
In the face of your contempt I choose respect, for I refuse,
To charge an eye for an eye and for both of us to end up blind.

It's curious that the country that grants the most subsidies,
Will be the nation with the most suicides,
Dream, reality, someone has already decided for you,
Do the same as all those who lived without thinking
And die because duty prevents you, dare to fly,
Let yourself go, you own everything you can imagine.

It's curious that I need to, take refuge in my hiding place
To forget that this love melts my heart,
It's curious that I'm a coward, an MC admits
That appeals for the "wanting me" and doesn't compete,
Today I prefer to be honest, without trying to prevent this being pushed,
By letting their souls scream, so that sooner than later
Men calm down and communicate
It's curious to observe that by belittling they allow
You to emerge from nothing and limit your mind
I don't know if I have words that explain how curious it is,
To see what you see, if you always wish it were the other way around,
Today my challenge is not that the world is mine, nor is it in my interest
To try to hide my disgust, how curious it is that I don't smile,
When I lose the river of thought, on a worthless paper that today I send to this desert
Impious where in the distance you will never find an empty seat next to the rest,
I trust in affection...
If one day I wake up dead, it will be because I preferred to live dreaming than to die awake.