Текст и перевод песни SFDK - Él (Colaboran Jefe de la M y All Day Green)

Él (Colaboran Jefe de la M y All Day Green)

Te voy a hablar de él, moreno bajito y viril, no tiene
Miedo y pilla cocaína en las 3000, su moto es un
Misilsi, 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 a cero
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 se sale 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.
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 tuentiiiiiiii, 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.

Him (Featuring Jefe de la M and All Day Green)

Let me tell you about him, a short, virile man with dark features, he has
No fear and scores cocaine in the 3000 projects, his motorcycle is a
Missile, and his life a simile, married to death
But his marital status is single. He roams around, with a
Scowl on his face, interpreting every glance as a challenge,
They are the Clandestinos, they have 20 motorcycles for
50 friends, 35 trials but they are neither victims nor witnesses.
Most of them haven't reached adulthood, ma'am,
Protected by the law of minors. Saturday night is a dare,
In a packed club, there's always some fool
Whose face needs rearranging.
I just hope his mother is paying for Ocaso, the bouncers
Stepped in, glasses went flying, he opened someone up
Screaming for revenge and now the full weight hangs
On your side of the scale and dancing won't save you
From a bad deal, you end up in a cell with windows but
Hope doesn't enter since mandatory military service went off
The posters, you're only a man when you leave prison
(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 tangle you up, your vision is
Not clear and I don't have a moral for you, brother. There it is.
Let me tell you about him, a big, chubby blonde guy, the girls
In his class called him anti-hot, sports were a
Hindrance and on top of it all, absurd, he dreamt of Mordor and
Blood sausages from Burgos, he goes to FNAC every day to look at
The shelves knock knock knockin' on heaven's door.
That's how he lived his rap, he's already around thirty, only hooks up with
Young girls on Tuentiiiiiiii, Most of them haven't reached
Adulthood, ma'am, they should apply protection to the
Minor. Saturday night is a challenge in a packed club, there's always some idiot who comes to mess up his face.
He just hopes the guy doesn't know he's chatting with his sister, and
He turns on the webcam, asks her to pose in her pajamas. He
Thinks he's smarter than the rest of the mortals but his
Nickname appears in 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 draft dodger to avoid cutting his hair.
The prisoner redeems himself submissive to whoever oppresses him, life
Is crying and damn, nobody gives him a Kleenex, in my 6th
What defines me is that I don't make songs, I make movie scripts.