Текст и перевод песни Replik - Daymares

Daymares

Manucho conflicto
Uh, uh, just try it up, ay, Dios

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making...

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making

Entre neblinas lugubres como Piotr Jablonsky
Me levanto, me ducho escucho Roc Marciano Don Shit
Un frotis en mi glotis y
Estudia mi voz kid

Mis cuerdas vocales espirales de neon
Mis hommies saben Smoking chronic suave
Rocking Tommy sale
Hijo del rigor primero y luego del rigor mortis

Cae Cuando los zombis se contraen
Los tragos finales de una vida en soledades graves
En vez de preocuparse por su rating
Preocúpense por su writing

Do the right thing
Vos sentite cual king
Yo me siento cual Luther
Futuro martir

Los más ricos son los que más veces comen gratis
Sonando ninety
Como la comunidad del guisante
Estado mental, Victor Franklin

Desenchufarme de ese infierno semiconstante
Ah, poseso resonante
Tu vida no me interesa contame lo que soñaste
Puede ser que guardes

Vivencias que traumen
La fuerza en el aire
Please Enjoy the silence
El infierno en mis auris

Heavy Trelli trelli
Me dijeron ven y les dije too many pelis
Frenen, quiero que mi hijo rapee
Y me sample, los milagros suceden, ya

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making...

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making
I'm making gold bars

Yo no tengo nightmares tengo Daymares
Porque en la noche Manucho no duerme
Invento music o la escucho
Depende, de si la culebra interna muerde

Y me solicite que suelte lo que albergue en el pecho guacho
Reparto lujos gratis, Ronaldinho Gaucho
Borracho entre muchachos
En las manos callos de tanto crayon

Escribo y tacho mamarrachos
Rayo el folio en los rituales mortuorios de mis ranchos
En la sala sonaba Gata Cattana y escribía poemas de Ramayama
Entre asanas y pranayamas, mi prana en llamas

I was in Manhattan
Y me hablo el espíritu de Wallace
En un Dunkin Donuts
Sálvame la vida sin que te lo pida

Confía en tu energía y en lo que percibas
Me divierto cuando mi vida peligra
Abortar la misión era cumplirla
Me intimida la ternura

Hay una sola nube en el cielo y me tapa la luna
Imagino utopías viviendo mis distopías
La peor tortura
Y las tempestades madrugan

Soy Un soldado abatido en el suelo del campo
Esperando algún milagro en este presente agrio
To los días con la sensación de haber roto algo
Extraño lo que extravío

Manucho Conflicto, uh, Frany
Ay, Dios, que cansador hermano
Making, making, making, gold bars

Daymares

Manucho conflicto
Uh, uh, just try it up, ay, Dios

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making...

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making

Among gloomy mists like Pyotr Jablonsky
I get up, I take a shower I listen to... Marciano Don Shit
A smear on my glottis and
Study my voice kid

My neon spiral vocal cords
My hommies know Smoking chronic soft
Rocking Tommy sale
Son of rigor first and then rigor mortis

Falls when the zombies contract
The final drinks of a life in serious loneliness
Instead of worrying about your rating
Worry about your writing...

Do the right thing
You feel like a king
I feel like Luther
Future martyr

The richest people are the ones who eat for free the most times
Playing ninety
Like the pea community
State of Mind, Victor Franklin

Unplug me from that semi-constant hell
Ah, possessed resonant
Your life doesn't interest me tell me what you dreamed
It may be that you keep

Experiences that bring
The force in the air
Please Enjoy the silence
The hell in my auris

Heavy Trelli trelli
They told me come and I told them too many movies
Slow down, I want my son to rap
Y me sample, los milagros suceden, ya

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making...

Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making, gold bars
Making, making, making
I'm making gold bars

I don't have nightmares I have Daymares
Because at night Manucho doesn't sleep
I invent music or I listen to it
It depends, if the inner snake bites

And ask me to release what I have in my chest guacho
I give out free luxuries, Ronaldinho Gaucho
Drunk among boys
On the hands calluses from so much crayon

I write and I write
Lightning the folio in the mortuary rituals of my ranches
Cattana Cat sounded in the room and wrote Ramayama poems
Between asanas and pranayamas, my prana on fire

I was in Manhattan
And he spoke to me the spirit of Wallace
In a Dunkin Donuts
Save my life without me asking

Trust your energy and what you perceive
I have fun when my life is in danger
To abort the mission was to fulfill it
I am intimidated by tenderness

There is a single cloud in the sky and the moon covers me
I imagine utopias living my dystopias
The worst torture
And the storms get up early

I am a soldier moping on the field floor
Hoping for some miracle in this sour present
To the days with the feeling of having broken something
I miss what I lose

A Lot Of Conflict, uh, Frany
Oh, God, what a tiring brother
Making, making, making, gold bars