Текст и перевод песни Oscar Lee - En el Filo

En el Filo

En la calle pasa rápido la vida se va
Dime qué es lo que te quieres llevar
No quieres na', di la verdad
Por que, chico, todo lo que tenemos en el bolsillo se esfuma
El dinero se te fuma y no servirá si en polvo tú te convertirás
Hey kid wait a second if you're walking on the hard streets
Por que en cualquier momento vienen por ti
Vienen por tu cuello y por tu sangre
Por tu cadáver, no te dela ¡pah-pah-pah!
¿Qué pueden darte?

Si eso es lo que buscaban yo muy en el fondo nunca pude hacer nada
La única autoridad que tengo es sobre mi persona y mi alma

Viven apariencias, creen lo que se inventan
Son como otra abeja trabajando en la colmena

¡Ja! les quema los oídos la verdad de su supremísima majestad
No lo pueden soportar ya
Por eso se quieren matar

Como animales con balas, bailando con la calaca
Sacrificándose por mierda que en realidad nunca ha valido nada

Más lo que se queda es herencia de los niños
Por eso hay que pensar si andaremos recio en el filo
No quiero verlos crecidos y haciendo lo mismo
Matándose entre ellos como asesinos

Lo que tenemos no vale pa' tanto
Mejor el humo pa' dentro
Que a veces se necesita mucho valor para guardarnos respeto
Eso se aprende a putazos
Vida, tras vida, tras vida, tras vida, tras vida, tras vida, tras vida
Brindándonos nuestros propios chiricuazos
Y el que no lo pueda comprender bien es porque simplemente nunca lo ha vivido
No vengas a decirme que has probado los abismos
Que todos los humanos 'tamos hechos de lo mismo
¡Te lo digo!

I don't wanna money, I don't wanna women
I don't wanna nothin I just wanna be free
I don't wanna money, I don't wanna women
I don't wanna nothin I just wanna be free

Be free, kid, and don't be another wannabe (wannabe)
I just wanna be free, kid, and don't be another wannabe (wannabe)

There are kids in da streets killin' da police
And police on da streets are killin' kids
There are kids in da streets killin' da police
And police on da streets are killin' kids
There are kids in da streets killin' da police
And police on da streets are killin' kids
There are kids in da streets killin' da police
And police on da streets are killin' kids

On the Edge

On the street life passes by quickly
Tell me what you want to take with you
You don't want anything, tell the truth
Because, buddy, everything we have in our pockets will vanish
Your money will go up in smoke and won't be of use if you turn to dust
Hey kid wait a second if you're walking on the hard streets
Because at any moment they will come for you
They will come for your neck and for your blood
For your corpse, don't give yourself away! Bang-bang-bang!
What can they give you?

If that's what they were looking for, deep down I could never do anything
The only authority I have is over my person and my soul

They live in appearances, they believe what they invent
They are like other bees working in the hive

Ha! The truth of their supreme majesty burns their ears
They can't stand it anymore
That's why they want to kill each other

Like animals with bullets, dancing with the grim reaper
Sacrificing themselves for shit that has never really been worth anything

But what remains is the inheritance of the children
That's why you have to think about whether to tread recklessly on the edge
I don't want to see them grow up and do the same thing
Killing each other like murderers

What we have is not worth that much
Better to smoke it up
Sometimes it takes a lot of courage to show ourselves respect
You learn that from beatings
Life, after life, after life, after life, after life, after life, after life
Giving each other our own punches
And whoever can't understand it is simply because they have never lived it
Don't come to tell me you've tasted the depths
All humans are made of the same thing
I tell you!

I don't want money, I don't want women
I don't want anything I just want to be free
I don't want money, I don't want women
I don't want anything I just want to be free

Be free, kid, and don't be another wannabe (wannabe)
I just want to be free, kid, and don't be another wannabe (wannabe)

There are kids in the streets killing the police
And police in the streets are killing kids
There are kids in the streets killing the police
And police in the streets are killing kids
There are kids in the streets killing the police
And police in the streets are killing kids
There are kids in the streets killing the police
And police in the streets are killing kids