Текст и перевод песни SFDK con Jefe de la M y All Day Green - Él

Él

Si se te tuerce la vida medita si lo hiciste bien
No busques "por qués", será lo mejor oh oh oh oh...
Si se te tuerce la vida medita si lo hiciste bien
No busques "por qués", será lo mejor oh oh oh oh...
Te voy a hablar de él, moreno bajito y viril,
No tiene miedo y pilla cocaína en las 3000, su moto es un misil... sí,
Y su vida un símil,
Casado con la muerte pero soltero su estado civil. Va por ahí,
Con la boca descuadrá de la cara, interpreta como un duelo todas las miradas,
Son los Clandestinos, tienen 20 motos pa 50 amigos,
35 juicios pero no son victimas ni testigos.
La mayoría no supera con su edad la minoría señor,
Amparados en la ley del menor. Sábado noche es un reto, en un garito completo,
Siempre se cruza un paleto al que partirle tol careto.
Solo espero que su madre este pagando el Ocaso, entraron los porteros,
Salieron volando los vasos, el acero abrió la carne clamando venganza y ahora se cuelga todo el peso en tu lado de la balanza y danza no te salva una tranza,
Acaba en una celda con ventanas pero no entra la esperanza
Desde que la mili obligatoria salió de cartel
Solo se es hombre cuando sales de la cárcel (pfffffff).
Menudo hotel, ahora solo te queda, vacilar de pulsera.
La vida te esta hablando y parece que lo haga en Euskera,
Las leyes se te enredan, la vista no es certera
Y yo no traigo moraleja hermano...
Ahí se queda.
Cuidado con El Ruinas
Detrás de cada esquina
Puestos de cocaína...
Vive la vida sin freros,
Va pisando fondo,
Volátil cuál keroseno...
Si te acercas siempre quema,
Lo único que tiene en la vida son problemas,
(Ui ui ui) que llega la policía
Otro más que jamás verá la luz del día...
Te voy a hablar de él, rubito grandote y gordo,
Las niñas de su clase le apodaban anti-morbo,
El deporte era un estorbo y pa colmo absurdo,
Soñaba con Mordor y con morcillas de Burgos,
Va cada día a la FNAC a mirar las estanterías knock knock knockinon heavens door.
Asi vivía su rap ronda ya los trenti solo liga con las crías por el tuentiiii,
La mayoría no supera con su edad la minoría señor,
Que le apliquen protección al menor.
Sábado noche es un reto en un garito completo,
Siempre se cruza un paleto que viene a partirle el careto.
Solo espera que no sepa que chatea con su hermana,
Y le enchufa la web-cam, le pide que pose en pijama.
Se cree más listo que el resto de los mortales
Pero su Nick figura en los archivos policiales
Asique sabe su contraseña y clave
Acaba en una ducha en comuna con ladrones y criminales.
Recibe un trato militar en la trena
El que se hizo insumiso por no cortarse la melena.
El preso se redime sumiso a quien le oprime
La vida esta llorando y coño nadie le da un Kleenex,
En mi 6º lo que me define
Es que no hago canciones hago guiones de cine
Cuidado con El Ruinas,
Detrás de la cortina,
No es como imaginas,
Basa su vida en lo obsceno,
Va tocando fondo con la punta de los dedos...
Si te acercas siempre queman,
Lo único que tienen en la vida son problemas,
(Ui ui ui) que llega la policía,
Uno más que jamás verá la luz del día...

Him

If life throws you a curve, consider if you did it right
Don't look for "whys", it will be for the best oh oh oh oh...
If life throws you a curve, consider if you did it right
Don't look for "whys", it will be for the best oh oh oh oh...
I'm gonna tell you about him, short, dark, and virile,
He's fearless and scores cocaine in the 3000s, his motorcycle's a missile... yeah,
And his life's a simile,
Married to death but single in his marital status. He goes around,
With his mouth out of square with his face, interpreting every gaze as a duel,
They are the Clandestinos, they have 20 motorcycles for 50 friends,
35 trials but they're neither victims nor witnesses.
Most of them haven't reached the age of majority, ma'am,
Protected by the law of the minor. Saturday night is a challenge, in a packed bar,
There's always some jerk who crosses his path to smash his face in.
I just hope his mom is paying for Ocaso (insurance), the bouncers came in,
Glasses went flying, steel opened flesh crying out for revenge and now all the weight hangs on your side of the scale and dancing won't save you from a tangle,
He ends up in a cell with windows but hope doesn't enter
Since mandatory military service went off the poster
You're only a man when you get out of jail (pfffffff).
What a hotel, now all you have left is to show off your bracelet.
Life is talking to you and it seems like it's doing it in Basque,
The laws get tangled up, your vision isn't clear
And I don't have a moral to the story, sister...
There it is.
Beware of El Ruinas
Behind every corner
Cocaine stands...
He lives life without brothers,
He's hitting rock bottom,
Volatile like kerosene...
If you get close, he always burns,
The only thing he has in life are problems,
(Ui ui ui) the police are coming
Another one who will never see the light of day...
I'm gonna tell you about him, blond, big and fat,
The girls in his class called him anti-hot,
Sports were a nuisance and on top of that, absurd,
He dreamed of Mordor and blood sausages from Burgos,
He goes to FNAC every day to look at the shelves knock knock knockinon heavens door.
That's how he lived his rap, he's already around thirty, he only hooks up with chicks on Tuentiiii,
Most of them haven't reached the age of majority, ma'am,
They should apply protection to the minor.
Saturday night is a challenge, in a packed bar,
There's always some jerk who comes to smash his face in.
He just hopes he doesn't know he's chatting with his sister,
And he plugs in the webcam, asks her to pose in pajamas.
He thinks he's smarter than the rest of the mortals
But his nickname is in the police files
So they know his password and key
He ends up in a communal shower with thieves and criminals.
He receives military treatment in the slammer
The one who became a conscientious objector so he wouldn't have to cut his hair.
The prisoner redeems himself submissive to whoever oppresses him
Life is crying and damn, nobody gives him a Kleenex,
In my 6th sense what defines me
Is that I don't make songs, I make movie scripts
Beware of El Ruinas,
Behind the curtain,
He's not what you imagine,
He bases his life on the obscene,
He's hitting rock bottom with his fingertips...
If you get close, they always burn,
The only thing they have in life are problems,
(Ui ui ui) the police are coming,
One more who will never see the light of day...