Текст и перевод песни Rayden feat. Carmen Boza - Pan, circo, ajo y agua (feat. Carmen Boza)

Pan, circo, ajo y agua (feat. Carmen Boza)

Soy la aguja que se encuentra entre la paja
Y aún así tira del carro, las agarro al vuelo
Aunque tire a la caja
Pisé el fango y ya no salgo del asombro
De que a pesar de daros bombo encima
Queráis hacer caja,
Dale al repeat, que sí, dale al repeat buscando réplica,
Que soy de la república de
Los que contestan a la pregunta de "qué sería el rap sin el beef",
El rap sin el beef sería música.

Si caigo levanto, llegar y besar demonios,
Siento que me enturbian con su odio,
Dicen que son buenos pero venden humos, no son para tanto
Y no presumo, para ti ese podio Bodrio en lo más alto,
Síndrome de Peter pan con garfio y patapalos
Vine al barrio pa′ taparos Preparaos pal varapalo del oyente,
Que jode bien si quiere a ti también si no lo sientes,
Del texto honesto soy el diligente,

A mí no me digas na,
Que ya te veo venir,
No me la quieras pegar.

Vete ya de aquí que eres muy pesao', no me hagas repetirlo
Te lo tengo dicho: "Los payasos para el circo". x2

Nacen con un pan bajo el brazo, sin libro de instrucciones,
Todos buscan un trabajo pero quien obligaciones,
Seres vacíos con más vicios que convicciones,
Marchitos, quieren ser ricos y que miren girasoles,
Pisando flores o meando fuera del tiesto
Piden circo y lo cierto es que son carne para leones,
Oye, malos tiempos para jóvenes viendo
Como pierden la vida entre aspirar y sin aspiraciones.

A mí no me digas na,
Que ya te veo venir,
No me la quieras pegar.
A mí no me digas na y menos na de mi,
Que ya te veo venir y no me ves llegar
No me la quieras pegar, que te la vas a dar, que te la vas a dar...

Vete ya de aquí que eres muy pesao′, no me hagas repetirlo
Te lo tengo dicho: "Los payasos para el circo". x2

Bread, Circus, Garlic and Water (feat. Carmen Boza)

I am the needle in the haystack
And I still pull the cart, I catch them on the fly
Even though I throw them in the box
I stepped into the mud and I am still amazed
That despite giving you the limelight
You want to make money,
Hit repeat, yes, hit repeat looking for a replica,
That I am from the Republic of
Those who answer the question: "What would rap be without beef"
Rap without beef would just be music.

If I fall, I rise, I come and give demons a kiss
I feel that they cloud my mind with their hatred.
They say they are good, but they sell smoke, they are not that great,
And I'm not bragging, Bodrio on the highest podium,
Peter Pan syndrome with a hook and a limp.
I came to the neighbourhood to cover you up Get ready for the listener's stick,
Who will fuck you up bad if he wants to and you don't feel it.
I am the diligent one of the honest text,

Don't tell me anything,
Because I can see what you are trying to do,
Don't try to trick me.

Get out of here, you are really annoying, don't make me repeat myself.
I told you: "Clowns belong in the circus". x2

They are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, without an instruction manual,
Everyone looks for a job, but who has obligations,
Empty beings with more vices than convictions,
They wither, they want to be rich and admire sunflowers,
They trample on flowers or urinate outside the pot,
They ask for a circus and the truth is that they are food for lions,
Hey, bad times for the young,
Watching as they lose their lives between sniffing and having no aspirations.

Don't tell me anything,
Because I can see what you are trying to do,
Don't try to trick me.
Don't tell me anything, and especially not about myself.
That I can see what you are trying to do and you can't see me coming.
Don't try to trick me, because you will trick yourself, you will trick yourself...

Get out of here you are really annoying, don't make me repeat myself.
I told you: "Clowns belong in the circus". x2