Текст и перевод песни Nach featuring Faf Larage - La Voz de los Grandes

La Voz de los Grandes

Rap mental (Nach), Rap universal (Larage)
Hoy Marsella y Alicante unen sus fuerzas,
Nosotros somos la voz...
De todos los que aprendieron del ayer, pour tout nos frères,
Todas las que su amor sincero dan, pour tout nos mères,
De todos los que buscan libertad sabiendo que no volverán,
Les voix de nos clans, traversent le temps,
Todos los que en HipHop se dejan ver, pour tout nos frères,
De todas las que en paz vienen y van, pour toutes nos mères,
De los que saben que otro amanecer alcanzarán y vivirán,
La voix de nos clans traversent le temps.

Solo hay una vida y un sentido para darle,
Y no pienso esperar al tiempo, porque el nunca se paró a esperarme,
¿Me entiendes o no?, conecté mi alma e un micrófono y así sonó,
Hoy vuestros cuellos al unísono se mueven,
¿Que temen aquellos que nada tienen?,
¿Cuántos caben en mi círculo?, ¿dime, quenes me ven?,
Tu haces lo que todo el mundo y le caes bien a todo el mundo,
Que te den, no vivo al este del edén y muchos lo saben,
Ven, acércate, esta es la voz que va a iluminarte,
Enchufa el cable y entretente mientras hable,
Estatua, actúa, puntúa por los tuyos,
¿Qué más te dan esos rumores y esos murmullos?
¿Qué mas te dan?, si solo importas tu y tu experiencia,
Porque entre tu y tu solo estáis tu y tu conciencia,
Cuestión de paciencia, coherencia, perseverancia,
Solo será tu accion la que cambie tus circunstancias,
Muévete, deshazte de manadas de bocazas,
De esas vidas atrapadas entre paredes y espadas,
O verás tu pisada posada en la nada,
Aquí nadie regala nada, y tu sigues sin hacer nada,
Ciudades superpobladas donde unos se quejan,
Donde tantos tontos se creen libres entre rejas,
NS y Faf Larage, letal pareja, aléjate comadreja, lo tuyo ni se asemeja,
Rata, que aquí no existe lugar para la errata,
Vine a aprender en la Escuela del Micro de Plata,
Marsella como tu estrella y como tu Stigmata,
Gota a gota, rimas rotas, voces que matan.

Todos los que aprendieron del ayer, pour tout nos frères,
Todas las que su amor sincero dan, pour tout nos mères,
De todos los que buscan libertad sabiendo que no volverán,
Les voix de nos clans, traversent le temps,
Todos los que en HipHop se dejan ver, pour tout nos frères,
De todas las que en paz vienen y van, pour toutes nos mères,
De los que saben que otro amanecer alcanzarán y vivirán,
La voix de nos clans traversent le temps.

A la base, on nait tous égaux, là pour accomplir quelques chose,
Des pièces de puzzle laché dans le dèsordre,
Chacun cherche sa voix et beaucoup continue à errer,
Dans le tableau du monde y a plus de miséricorde,
Mais t'inquiète petit, ta mère elle a fait c'quelle a peu,
T'epanger les soucis, de la vie et ses vices et RO,
Ce à toi maintenant de reprendre le flambeau tu vida,
T'aura ptéte plus de peine et t'as seurement plus de crainte,
Compte pas sur la chance, dans le coir elle est présente,
Mais la selection y est naturelle et pesante,
Dans les milieu dit difficiles, c'est plus facile quand on se défile,
Vers la voie de la cruise et de crime,
Rime avec déprime et mème si on s' y référe pour la frime,
Los bandidos aussi veulent leur terre promise,
Moi, j'ai le rap et la rage reste, flatte mon ego,
Il est loin le temps des legot, aujourd'hui je rappe avec Nacho,
Je reste une pièce, pas maitresse, au micro combat le stress,
Pouur que mon clan echappeè la detresse,
Mes experiences en transe, sur mes feuiulles blanches,
Me rallie au rang des écrivain urbain, sur les planches,
Faut macker le Bizness, mais je veux pas finir mes jours Loveless,
Faut salir de la sombra, desde Alicante a Marseille,
Estés donde estés en America Latina y en España,
A todo el mundo seguimos juntos,
Les voies du peuples traverse les mers,
Alors t'inquiète petit, t'as deja une place dans nos rimes.

Todos los que aprendieron del ayer, pour tout nos frères,
Todas las que su amor sincero dan, pour tout nos mères,
De todos los que buscan libertad sabiendo que no volverán,
Les voix de nos clans, traversent le temps,
Todos los que en HipHop se dejan ver, pour tout nos frères,
De todas las que en paz vienen y van, pour toutes nos mères,
De los que saben que otro amanecer alcanzarán y vivirán,
La voix de nos clans traversent le temps.

The Voice of the Greats

Mental rap (Nach), Universal rap (Larage)
Today, Marseille and Alicante join forces,
We are the voice...
Of all who learned from yesterday, for all our brothers,
Of all those who give their sincere love, for all our mothers,
Of all who seek freedom knowing they won’t return,
The voices of our clans, traverse through time,
Of all those who let themselves be seen in HipHop, for all our brothers,
Of all those who come and go in peace, for all our mothers,
Of those who know they will reach another dawn and live,
The voices of our clans traverse through time.

There's only one life and one meaning to give it,
And I don't plan to wait for time, because it never stopped to wait for me,
Do you understand me or not? I connected my soul to a microphone and that's how it sounded,
Today, your necks move in unison,
What do those who have nothing fear?,
How many fit in my circle?, Tell me, who sees me?,
You do what everyone else does and everyone likes you,
Let them give you, I don't live east of Eden and many know it,
Come closer, this is the voice that will illuminate you,
Plug in the cable and entertain yourself while I speak,
Statue, act, score for your people,
What do you care about those rumors and murmurs?
What do you care? Only you and your experience matter,
Because between you and you only are you and your conscience,
A matter of patience, coherence, perseverance,
Only your action will change your circumstances,
Move, get rid of herds of loudmouths,
Of those lives trapped between walls and swords,
Or you will see your footprint placed on nothing,
Here nobody gives anything away, and you still don't do anything,
Overpopulated cities where some complain,
Where so many fools think they are free behind bars,
NS and Faf Larage, lethal couple, stay away weasel, yours doesn't even resemble,
Rat, there's no place for the errata here,
I came to learn at the School of the Silver Microphone,
Marseille as your star and as your Stigmata,
Drop by drop, broken rhymes, voices that kill.

Of all who learned from yesterday, for all our brothers,
Of all those who give their sincere love, for all our mothers,
Of all who seek freedom knowing they won’t return,
The voices of our clans, traverse through time,
Of all those who let themselves be seen in HipHop, for all our brothers,
Of all those who come and go in peace, for all our mothers,
Of those who know they will reach another dawn and live,
The voices of our clans traverse through time.

At the base, we are all born equal, there to accomplish something,
Puzzle pieces dropped in disorder,
Everyone seeks their voice and many continue to wander,
In the picture of the world, there is no more mercy,
But don't worry little one, your mother did what she could,
To spare you the worries, of life and its vices and RO,
It is up to you now to take up the torch you vida,
You'll have more trouble and you're sure to have more fear,
Don't count on luck, in the choir it is present,
But the selection is natural and heavy,
In so-called difficult environments, it's easier when we slip away,
Towards the path of cruising and crime,
Rhymes with depression and even if we refer to it for the frime,
Bandits also want their promised land,
Me, I have the rap and the rage remains, flatters my ego,
The time of the legot is long gone, today I rap with Nacho,
I remain a piece, not mistress, at the microphone combat stress,
So that my clan escapes distress,
My experiences in a trance, on my white sheets,
Rally me to the rank of urban writer, on the boards,
Must macker the Bizness, but I don't want to end my days Loveless,
Must leave the shadow, from Alicante to Marseille,
Wherever you are in Latin America and Spain,
To the whole world we continue together,
The paths of the people cross the seas,
So don't worry little one, you already have a place in our rhymes.

Of all who learned from yesterday, for all our brothers,
Of all those who give their sincere love, for all our mothers,
Of all who seek freedom knowing they won’t return,
The voices of our clans, traverse through time,
Of all those who let themselves be seen in HipHop, for all our brothers,
Of all those who come and go in peace, for all our mothers,
Of those who know they will reach another dawn and live,
The voices of our clans traverse through time.