Текст и перевод песни Salvaje Decibel - Casas Bajas (Poblacional)

Casas Bajas (Poblacional)

Los niños ya no saludan con un hola, saludan con una mano en sus calzoncillos
Y con la otra apretando el gatillo fino de una pistola,
Sacada de un bolsillo en el que no hay dulces sino que cruces al revez
Y papelillos de epistolas de quizas quien men,
Esto no es nada igual a lo que ves en la tele,
Estro es 3 veces mas real y brutal que un vanal best seller,
Que cadenas, hoteles, nenas y abrigos de pieles, ¿que mas quieres
Si una antena quema llemas a quienes apenas 10 años tienen?
Te mantienes alegando que abren el grifo en la esquina,
Si pa un incendio no sale agua reclama a las aguas andinas,
Por que esto es piscina pa verano aunque a la vecina le parezca daño,
Daño es el hecho de ponerle precio al derecho de ser educado,
¿Te he chocado? pues bien. mas fuerte vamos,
Escupo en el vaticano, y que me la chupe gratis la paty maldonado!!
Porque un regalo mal donado hizo dios al dejarla en estos lados,
Un portavoz exporta porque la torta mal se ha cortado.

Poblacional, casas bajas, entre bombos, entre cajas
Poblacional, casas bajas, entre bombas, gatillos y navajas /bis

Por quina una niña lo chupa y disfruta por luca de un diler que alma recluta,
Armas disputa, pero no es mas prostituta que tu rap de jet set puta,
Mientras la justicia ciega imputa
A quien golpea a un saco wea que milenaria tierra en guerra usurpa,
El mapu en cana, y kenita por mas guita sigue en primera plana,
Realidad supera ficcion, supera los versos ficticios maricon,
Mis temas retratan tus penas, en versos se estrenan condenas,
En casas bajas arduo trabajo, no hay relajo y no alcanza ni pa la cena,
Ya basta es el lema, hermoso...
En desesperacion, en plaza la constitucion como emblema de pobreza se quema un tipo a lo bonzo,
Es tu quinto celular y por el pulular te la hizo el lanza
Todo por llenar la pansa, pusiste la demanda y la familia rapido paga la fianza,
Los santos rezan presas del panico,
Un satanico asesina a un cristiano fanatico y estaticos quedan los sinicos cuaticos,
El mundo tiene sus cuotas de riesgo, hay credito hasta pa eso,
¿Pagaste tu culpa? algunos atentan y pagan en celda el juego y su precio.

Poblacional, casas bajas, entre bombos, entre cajas
Poblacional, casas bajas, entre bombas, gatillos y navajas

Salvaje Decibel nace desde la honesta clase,
Con frases desace a raperos que tienen enlaces a base de puros disfraces, ya se.
Lo que intentas, pero mi rap no tiene fronteras,
Como la plebe llevo por lema si somo el gobierno este puto sistema
Sin oportunidad que lleva a ese cabro chico a olvidar su marcha,
Cae en la droga, quea en la calle, curao tirao tapao en escarcha
Frecuentemente saco del frente a eso angustiao′ cobarde,
Pa que ladren a cambio de uno mono son capaz de vender a su madre
Beridica lirica musica explisita para la mente con esta capacidad de mover a toda una pobla con rap a gente conciente!
Buscai comodidad politico en las casas bajas,
Eso quea' pa′ tus colegas culiaos que en el congreso se corren la paja,
Y viaja al extranjero movido por el afan del dinero, no se preocupan primero por la demanda que tiene pendiente el obrero.
Son ellos a quienes les prende fuego espeso decibel,
Incluso somos capaces de hacer explotar cualquier mercedes benz.

Entre casas pareadas, departamentos básicos y mediaguas
Surgen sueños de pequeños que se esfuman entre pasta y paragua
Si de oquinagua hasta america central siempre es el mismo cuento
El exedente pal opresor y el trabajador que aspiré pegamento
La revolucion social se gesta en el malestar de cada hogar
Me esta empesando a molestar el tanto vagar e' hora de empezar a ganar
Y recuperar espacios (yo) reduciendo especies.
Pertenecientes a un mal gobierno que no da soluciones para quien justicia merece
El caos sera viciral y revolucionario en cada acto
Sistema paraplejico en llamas no escapa la fuerza de mi bomba de contacto
Si en cada programa no hay tacto pa denunciar a un politico corrupto
Creen que un golpe al trafico abrupto lo forma como un periodismo correcto, es cierto!...
La delincuencia un problema, pero la ciencia oficial no frena la pena de quien llora y roba un pan no por placer sino por condena
Quiero matar a los fachos! reanudar el proyecto social y dejar en coma a la ley
Con polita alternativa dejar tu seuda democracia en mayday!

Low Houses (Poblacional)

Kids don't greet with a hello anymore, they greet with a hand in their underwear
And with the other squeezing the fine trigger of a pistol,
Taken from a pocket where there are no sweets but upside-down crosses
And little papers of epistles from who knows who,
This is nothing like what you see on TV,
This is 3 times more real and brutal than a banal best seller,
Chains, hotels, babes and fur coats, what more do you want
If an antenna burns you call those who are barely 10 years old?
You keep claiming they open the tap on the corner,
If water doesn't come out for a fire, complain to the Andean waters,
Because this is a swimming pool for summer even if it seems like damage to the neighbor,
Damage is the fact of putting a price on the right to be educated,
Did I bump into you? well then, let's go harder,
I spit on the Vatican, and let Paty Maldonado suck it for free!!
Because God made a badly donated gift by leaving her on these sides,
A spokesperson exports because the cake has been badly cut.

Poblacional, low houses, among drums, among boxes
Poblacional, low houses, among bombs, triggers and knives /bis

Why does a girl suck it and enjoy it for a luca from a dealer who recruits souls,
He disputes weapons, but he is no more a prostitute than your jet set rap, whore,
While blind justice imputes
To whoever hits a sack wea that usurps millenary land in war,
The mapu in jail, and Kenita for more money continues in the front page,
Reality surpasses fiction, surpasses fictional faggot verses,
My themes portray your sorrows, sentences are premiered in verses,
In low houses hard work, there is no relaxation and it is not enough even for dinner,
Enough is enough is the motto, beautiful...
In desperation, in the Constitution Square, as an emblem of poverty, a guy burns himself like a bonzo,
It's your fifth cell phone and the spear made you for the swarm
All to fill the belly, you filed the lawsuit and the family quickly pays the bail,
The saints pray prey to panic,
A Satanist kills a fanatic Christian and the cynical cuaticos remain static,
The world has its risk quotas, there is credit even for that,
Did you pay your guilt? some attempt and pay in jail the game and its price.

Poblacional, low houses, among drums, among boxes
Poblacional, low houses, among bombs, triggers and knives

Salvaje Decibel is born from the honest class,
With phrases it undoes rappers who have links based on pure disguises, I already know.
What you try, but my rap has no borders,
Like the plebs I have as a motto if we are the government this fucking system
Without opportunity that leads that little kid to forget his march,
He falls into drugs, he stays on the street, drunk thrown covered in frost
I frequently take that anguished coward out of the front,
So that they bark in exchange for a monkey they are capable of selling their mother
Beridic lyrics explicit music for the mind with this ability to move a whole town with rap to conscious people!
Look for comfort politician in the low houses,
That's for your colleagues who jerk off in Congress,
And travel abroad moved by the desire for money, they don't worry first about the demand that the worker has pending.
It is they who are set on fire by thick decibel,
We are even capable of blowing up any Mercedes Benz.

Among terraced houses, basic apartments and mediaguas
Dreams of little ones arise that fade between pasta and umbrella
If from oquinagua to Central America it's always the same story
The surplus for the oppressor and the worker who sucks glue
The social revolution is brewing in the discomfort of every home
I'm starting to get bothered by so much wandering, it's time to start winning
And reclaim spaces (me) reducing species.
Belonging to a bad government that does not give solutions to those who deserve justice
Chaos will be viciral and revolutionary in every act
Paraplegic system in flames does not escape the force of my contact bomb
If in each program there is no tact to denounce a corrupt politician
They believe that a sudden blow to traffic forms it as correct journalism, it's true!...
Crime is a problem, but official science does not stop the pain of those who cry and steal bread not for pleasure but for condemnation
I want to kill the fachos! resume the social project and leave the law in a coma
With alternative politics leave your pseudo-democracy on mayday!