Текст и перевод песни Rubinsky Rbk feat. Natan El Profeta, Bizzy, Jeiby & El Philippe - Cicatrices

Cicatrices

Detrás de cada cicatriz, hay una historia
Y nosotros contamos la nuestra (yeah)
Cada quien tiene su historia, su pena, su gloria
Las marcas de Jesús en quien traza mi trayectoria
Yo que siempre fui el ma' prietico del aula
Con talento de león, pero encerrado en una jaula
Cayendo, perdiendo en cada combate
Pero hay esperanzas mientras el corazón late
Mientras Cristo está conmigo, yo no desmayo
Mientras ponga palabras en mi boca, no me callo
Me perdí en el mundo, andé como un iluso
Tratando de entender la vida, en la calle andaba confuso
Rodea'o de panas, mamis a mi la'o
Discotecas, tragos de whisky, marea'o
Delirando, sin Dios, sin consuelo
Pero su misericordia me alcanzó en ese vuelo
Dándome vida eterna después de la muerte
Porque en mi debilidad es donde Cristo se hace fuerte
Ayer fui marcado
Por cicatrices, días grises y momentos
Donde tuve que aprender
Que solo Dios puede calmar el dolor
Y lo que ves en mí, es producto de su amor
Él! Look at his face
He kinda scary though that's what they used to say
Oh! I felt bad deep inside
People look like he was really surprised
A Pali show you a pig, you won't believe I'm alive
My response is: "Man, it wasn't my time"
Everybody got a scar with a story behind
I hope you felt this 'cause here goes mine
God, words, miracles, many ways, no time
I was young, I was poorly by nine
Kids used to laugh, like "oh, look at him!"
Pull down the hat, lips to the brim
I thought I was broken but it really fix me within
He made me a better person that what I wouldn't been
Él! As what they used to say
I used to get mad, now I look away
Ayer fui marcado
Por cicatrices, días grises y momentos
Donde tuve que aprender
Que solo Dios puede calmar el dolor
Y lo que ves en mí, es producto de su amor
Lo que el enemigo usa pa' hacerte caer y tropezarte
Lo usa Jehová como trampolín para impulsarte
Lo que otros ignoran y abogan para señalarte
Son humanos, se olvidan que un día también empezaste
Me ven y creen que mi carrera en rap está completa
Sin saber que mi closet, mi cuarto, es una maleta
Que mi cama es una cama sandwich en la sala 'e casa
Y como por cantar no cobro, abusan de la confianza
Inconforme, no soporto el uniforme en el paisaje
Aprende el lenguaje, la cicatriz, el tatuaje
Pasajero, una experiencia sin pasaje
Y unas lágrimas secas, pecas, desaparecieron con el talaje
De un niño genuino e ingenuo que palomeó
Un mínimo premio, que siguió en el gremio del que lo eligió
Yo también deseo manejar un Mercedes
Pero al igual que Jesús, tendrás que tocar mis heridas pa' creerme
Pa Él no fue fácil, por eso el trabajo dignifica
Heridas sanas te hacen valorar lo que significa
Por eso el que predica, no predica porque sí
Y no cualquiera que pueda rapear bien es MC
A esta altura del juego, yo pensé que mi vida sería otra cosa
Pero si fuera otra cosa no me estuvieras escuchando
Pero, a fin de cuenta, tengo más de lo que merezco
Y estoy haciendo lo que mejor sé hacer, ¡rimando!
Pero ¿cuántas veces no he tenido que voltear la cara?
¿Cuántas veces no se han reído de mí en mi cara?
¿Cuántas veces yo no he querido comprar cosas caras?
Pero ¿cuántas veces mi mamá no me dijo que estudiara?
Es el precio a pagar por imitar a quien no debía
En vez de abrir la Biblia, imitar al Mesías
Me mecía entre el pecado y entre sus brazos dormía
Aunque a la luz del alba, desaparecía
Y todavía yo no me he montado
Tener que montarme en un carrito
Con cuatro pasajeros, atrás, apreta'o
Gorras de la'o, bebiendo los primeros burla'o
Pa' los 14 y 29 tener que buscar prestado
Wow, así es el país en el que vivo
Pero esta hoja en la que escribo me sirve de antidepresivo
A mí que me botan de la escuela de chamaquito
Por 'tar jugando a Nine con pistolas de mito
Hoy te invito a que sigas los pasos del Nazareno
Porque no somos los mejores, y perfectos, mucho menos
Pero sueno sin ser obsceno
Y de corazones tengo más llaves que Jack Veneno
Let's go
Ayer fui marcado
Por cicatrices, días grises y momentos
Donde tuve que aprender
Que solo Dios puede calmar el dolor
Y lo que ves en mí, es producto de su amor
Is Bizzy
A testimony
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Scars

Behind every scar, there's a story
And we tell ours (yeah)
Everyone has their story, their pain, their glory
The marks of Jesus on who traces my path
Me, who was always the prettiest in the classroom
With the talent of a lion, but locked in a cage
Falling, losing in every battle
But there's hope as long as the heart beats
As long as Christ is with me, I won't faint
As long as he puts words in my mouth, I won't be silent
I got lost in the world, walked like a fool
Trying to understand life, I was confused in the streets
Surrounded by friends, girls by my side
Clubs, shots of whiskey, dizzy
Delirious, without God, without comfort
But his mercy reached me in that flight
Giving me eternal life after death
Because in my weakness, that's where Christ becomes strong
Yesterday I was marked
By scars, gray days, and moments
Where I had to learn
That only God can soothe the pain
And what you see in me is a product of his love
Him! Look at his face
He kinda scary though that's what they used to say
Oh! I felt bad deep inside
People look like he was really surprised
A Pali show you a pig, you won't believe I'm alive
My response is: "Man, it wasn't my time"
Everybody got a scar with a story behind
I hope you felt this 'cause here goes mine
God, words, miracles, many ways, no time
I was young, I was poorly by nine
Kids used to laugh, like "oh, look at him!"
Pull down the hat, lips to the brim
I thought I was broken but it really fix me within
He made me a better person that what I wouldn't been
Him! As what they used to say
I used to get mad, now I look away
Yesterday I was marked
By scars, gray days, and moments
Where I had to learn
That only God can soothe the pain
And what you see in me is a product of his love
What the enemy uses to make you fall and stumble
Jehovah uses it as a springboard to propel you
What others ignore and advocate to point you out
They are human, they forget that you also started one day
They see me and think my rap career is complete
Without knowing that my closet, my room, is a suitcase
That my bed is a sandwich bed in the living room
And because I don't charge for singing, they abuse the trust
Disgruntled, I can't stand the uniform in the landscape
Learn the language, the scar, the tattoo
Passenger, an experience without a ticket
And some dry tears, freckles, disappeared with the tillage
Of a genuine and naive child who pigeonholed
A minimal prize, that continued in the guild that chose him
I also want to drive a Mercedes
But like Jesus, you'll have to touch my wounds to believe me
For him it wasn't easy, that's why work dignifies
Healed wounds make you value what it means
That's why whoever preaches, doesn't preach just because
And not everyone who can rap well is an MC
At this point in the game, I thought my life would be something else
But if it were something else, you wouldn't be listening to me
But, at the end of the day, I have more than I deserve
And I'm doing what I do best, rhyming!
But how many times have I had to turn my face away?
How many times have they laughed at me to my face?
How many times have I not wanted to buy expensive things?
But how many times did my mom tell me to study?
It's the price to pay for imitating who I shouldn't
Instead of opening the Bible, imitating the Messiah
I swayed between sin and slept in its arms
Although at the break of dawn, it disappeared
And I still haven't gotten on
Having to get on a car
With four passengers, in the back, crammed
Hats sideways, drinking the first ones borrowed
For the 14th and 29th having to borrow
Wow, that's the country I live in
But this sheet I write on serves as an antidepressant
To me, who was kicked out of school as a kid
For playing Nine with myth guns
Today I invite you to follow the steps of the Nazarene
Because we are not the best, and perfect, much less
But I sound without being obscene
And I have more hearts keys than Jack Veneno
Let's go
Yesterday I was marked
By scars, gray days, and moments
Where I had to learn
That only God can soothe the pain
And what you see in me is a product of his love
Is Bizzy
A testimony
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