Текст и перевод песни N. Hardem - Apolo

Apolo

Flaco, rolo, Jackson polo, cada folou raro, pero agotando el aforo
Colombianos llenando el apolo
Los hay colados, de color y colorados por el calor
Desaforados. vociferando amor bajo los faros
Los hay osados, asados y mojados por todo lado
Los hay jugando dominó y lanzando dados

Hey yo′ coro a coro, paso a paso
En todo caso pasó, no jodas, tomamos del mismo vaso
Antes de las modas y el fantasma del fracaso
Donde todavía no escaseaban los abrazos

No se cambiaban los ocasos por ingresos
No habían empresas, no habían reemplazos
No la veíamos impresa ni por si acaso
Pero la vida da sorpresas y da riendazos

De calles feas a casas grandes
De calles feas a casas grandes
De calles feas a plazas grandes
No hay plata plata, no coco y manteca pa' los cantantes

De calles feas a casas grandes
De calles feas a casas grandes
De casas feas a plazas grandes
No hay plata plata, no coco y manteca

Hey yo′, el lado oscuro es llamativo
Todos amados en cuanto empiezan a ver efectivo
Espero que no afecte mis lazos afectivos
Ni el tiempo pa' mis deliciosos actos delictivos

Casi fuimos, nos fuimos presos por unos trazos
Frío de huesos, en calabozos, excesos
Caminar desde tan lejos, y cabizbajos
Haciéndonos viejos con hijos y sin trabajo

'Éme, eme, eme un consejo amá
′Émelo que me manejo mal con el añejo
Me pongo añil en el año viejo
Me voy a mil, empañar durante ojo en el festejo

Opero distante, encontré refugio (¿en donde?)
En ungidos y eruditos, en bebidos en estudio
Relucientes y oscilantes artilugios
Regios gemidos iluminan los tugurios

Cromo, bronce, sin hogar, solo noches sin hogar
Diálogos con el Arqueólogo en el local
Hasta ver a Juan Sebastián en diagonal
Hago sonar lo que me toca y si me enfoco suena sensacional

De calles feas a casas grandes
De calles feas a casas grandes
De calles feas a casas grandes
No hay plata plata, no coco y manteca pa′ los cantantes

De calles feas a casas grandes
De calles feas a casas grandes
De casas feas a plazas grandes
No hay plata plata, no coco y manteca

Cuca mariguana nigga
Ha mirao' algo papá nelguá los veo a leguas
Totean mis temas desde un Cerwin-Vega, en bocas
Evocando las mejores épocas

Para coger yo ocupo un sábado y la choca
Como en mentes en el aire los veo caer
De calles feas a casas grandes
No hay plata plata, no coco y manteca pa′ los cantantes

Güícharo y almira, quítate tu pa' ponerme yo
No diste para fichar ese admirador
Ya saben como me llamo
Rio arriba y rio abajo
Pero yo tranquilito como balajo

La Madera Punto, La Carne Trémula
Menguantes células incrédulas
Las tengo pululando por la medula
Me sacudo la inseguridad estructural

La figura es exquisita como escultura
Belleza pura color púrpura
Apresúrate para suturar
Parió la luna y parió al mejor juglar

Apolo

Flaco, rolo, Jackson polo, every rare folou, but selling out the capacity
Colombians filling the Apollo
There are strained, colored and colored by the heat
Out of control. shouting love under the headlights
There are bold, roasted and wet ones everywhere
There are them playing dominoes and throwing dice

Hey yo' chorus by chorus, step by step
Anyway it happened, no shit, we took from the same glass
Before the fashions and the ghost of failure
Where there was still no shortage of hugs

The sunsets were not exchanged for income
There were no companies, there were no replacements
We didn't see it in print or just in case
But life gives surprises and gives laughs

From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly streets to big squares
There is no silver silver, no coconut and butter for the singers

From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly houses to big squares
There is no silver silver, no coconut and butter

Hey yo', the dark side is striking
Everyone loved as soon as they start to see cash
I hope it won't affect my emotional ties
Nor the time for my delicious criminal acts

We almost went, we were imprisoned by a few strokes
Bone cold, in dungeons, excesses
Walking from so far away, and head down
Getting old with kids and no job

'Here, here, here's some advice ama
'Him that I handle poorly with the aged
I get indigo in the old year
I'm going to a thousand, fog up during eye on the party

I operate distant, I found refuge (where?)
In anointed and learned, in drunk in study
Shiny and oscillating gadgets
Royal moans light up the slums

Chrome, bronze, homeless, just homeless nights
Dialogues with the Archaeologist at the local
To see Juan Sebastian in diagonal
I make what I want sound and if I focus it sounds sensational

From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly streets to big houses
There is no silver silver, no coconut and butter for the singers

From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly streets to big houses
From ugly houses to big squares
There is no silver silver, no coconut and butter

Cuca marijuana nigga
Ha mirao' something daddy nelguá I see them leagues
Totean my themes from a Cerwin-Vega, in bocas
Evoking the best times

To fuck I occupy on a Saturday and he shocks her
As in minds in the air I see them falling
From ugly streets to big houses
There is no silver silver, no coconut and butter for the singers

Güicharo and almira, take off your pa' put on I
You didn't give to sign that fan
You know what my name is
Upstream and downstream
But I calm down like balajo

The Wood Point, The Flesh Tremulous
Dwindling unbelieving cells
I have them swarming through the marrow
I shake off structural insecurity

The figure is exquisite as a sculpture
Pure beauty purple color
Hurry up to suture
She gave birth to the moon and gave birth to the best minstrel