Текст и перевод песни PanicFG - Rimas Apátridas

Rimas Apátridas

Bienvenidos al mundo de rimas apatridas
Un viaje por distintos sonidos psicotropicos
Historias con un sabor intacto onirico
Puno y lagrimas tangentes de lo veridico

Un impacto sismico que sacude tus dendritas
Con ojo de clinico plasmo verdades escritas
Horror a lo cinico ciencia ficcion no me excita
Calculos aritmeticos musica ciencia bendita

Yo tambien puedo sonar clasico de estilo nitido
Y lo hago tacito sin censura explicito
Con un sonido bestial style salsistico
Amagando a uno y a dos con gol artistico

Mistico con un mensaje en rimas ritmico
Que a tu mente alucina y lo hace epico
Inyectando lirica cual formula de quimico
No analgesico al contrario sativico indigo

Life is a party but sometimes golpea mani
Do not love the money is a kinda fake honey
I don't wanna die but like biggie I'm ready
Gonna enjoy the time mientras Dios keep me going

En medio de apus vivo y siento su energia
Y el cielo es compañero en las noches y dias
En que un ritmo corre entre mis sienes y ansia
Un masaje de mis manos en mensajes de armonia

Stateless Rhymes

Welcome to the world of stateless rhymes
A journey through different psychotropic sounds
Stories with an intact dreamlike flavor
Fist and tears, tangents of truth

An earthquake impact that shakes your dendrites
With a clinical eye, I capture written truths
Horror at cynicism, science fiction doesn't excite me
Arithmetic calculations, music, science blessed

I can also sound classic, with a clear style
And I do it tacitly, without explicit censorship
With a brutal sound, a salsistic style
Threatening one and two with an artistic goal

Mystical with a rhythmic message in rhymes
That makes your mind hallucinate and makes it epic
Injecting lyrics like a chemist's formula
Not analgesic, on the contrary, sativa indigo

Life is a party, but sometimes it hits you hard
Don't love money, it's a kind of fake honey
I don't want to die, but like Biggie I'm ready
Gonna enjoy the time while God keeps me going

In the midst of the Apus, I live and feel its energy
And the sky is a companion in the nights and days
In which a rhythm runs between my temples and anxiety
A massage of my hands in messages of harmony