Текст и перевод песни Shotta - Cárcel de Aire

Cárcel de Aire

No te gusta ná Sierra Nevada hijo ...

Sal del escondite, ves como tu padre pone un candado en la puerta,
Esta noche ya no hay más temita,
Sientes la agonía de que el tiempo pasa y no haces ná,
Te hace pensar solo en flipar y en come techos.
Tó esa mierda que se comenta es mentira,
Yo lo sé, tú también, a mi no me intimida, he visto cosas.
Hay quien le sangran las encías,
Porque se golpea un niño chico entacao poniendo pinchos en avenida.
Te miran como un águila, no tienen lástima a ná,
Te quitan ya de en medio sin Kung Fu ni Akira.
Por mí, que se jodan, pedrada en las ventanas,
No sé si es pena llevan otra cara ya por la mañana.
No es un aplauso lo que se merece,
Lo más normal en mi ciudad lleva el número 13, a cuestas.
Mentira tu vida, pijos de mierda enganchaos a la cocaína,
Con dinero pan para tranvía,¡hijos de puta ...!
Si no se entiende de que habla,
Escucha esto y tira pá tu bloque, adinerado, Mc de playa.
Fuera hay una cárcel, una prisión privada.
Mamá lleva tres días dormida y tú tomando rayas.
A mí me da igual, esto es rap pá discotecas,
No me mires así hijoputa, no me pongas etiquetas,
Lo mío increpa,
Lo tuyo se unta con manteca.
Mentalidad purista, nueva escuela, que te quepa.

[Estribillo Legendario ]
No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan lo que digo,
Tienen cárceles de aire y poco más en el bolsillo.
Están atándose, dime que es lo que traen y cuando,
Están esclavizándose aunque sigan caminando porque...
No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan cuando hablo,
Tienen cárceles de aire y una musa en el lavabo.

Limpia tus manos hijoputa ... Cárceles del aire...

[Shotta]
Sábado noche,
Ya está metido en el coche,
Mal acompañado, importa?
Dile a tu compi que saque un compact.
La 1ª pensando en la 2ª y la 2ª en la 3ª,
Las paranoias aumentan,
Te esperan si te equivocas.
No te pierdas, no te creo prisionero de tu subidón de mortadela,
Incluso lo veo lógico desaparecer pá siempre,
Dekoh, voy al inframundo quiero ver como cae la peste.
Ya saben que no vale, no me pueden con puñales,
Se ponen pañales, comen mis sales,
Quieren sensaciones más grandes van de Carnavales,
Por la vida y se cuentan sus días de profesionales.
Dicen que voy de subío solo porque diga hola,
Y te saluda, chupala mongola.
Ponte en toa la cara una alfombra,
Aquí para paranoia zumo de p... y a la sombra...

[Estribillo Legendario]
No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan lo que digo,
Tienen cárceles de aire y poco más en el bolsillo.
Están atándose, dime que es lo que traen y cuando,
Están esclavizándose aunque sigan caminando porque...
No hablan mi idioma aunque entiendan cuando hablo,
Tienen cárceles de aire y una musa en el lavabo.

Limpia tus manos hijoputa... Cárceles del aire...

Air Prison

You don't like Sierra Nevada at all, son...

Come out of hiding, watch your father put a padlock on the door,
There's no more "temita" tonight,
You feel the agony of time passing and you doing nothing,
It makes you think only of tripping and eating ceilings.
Take that crap that's being said, it's a lie,
I know it, you do too, it doesn't intimidate me, I've seen things.
There are those whose gums bleed,
Because a little boy is beaten up, putting spikes on the avenue.
They look at you like an eagle, they have no pity for anything,
They take you out of the way without Kung Fu or Akira.
For me, screw them, stones at the windows,
I don't know if it's shame, they have another face in the morning.
It's not applause that they deserve,
The most normal thing in my city carries the number 13 on its back.
Your life is a lie, shitty posh kids hooked on cocaine,
With money, bread for the tram, sons of bitches...!
If you don't understand what he's talking about,
Listen to this and go to your block, rich kid, beach MC.
There's a prison outside, a private prison.
Mom's been asleep for three days and you're doing lines.
I don't care, this is rap for discos,
Don't look at me like that, son of a bitch, don't label me,
Mine challenges,
Yours is spread with butter.
Purist mentality, new school, get it in your head.

[Legendary Chorus]
They don't speak my language even though they understand what I say,
They have air prisons and little else in their pockets.
They're tying themselves up, tell me what they're bringing and when,
They're enslaving themselves even though they keep walking because...
They don't speak my language even though they understand when I speak,
They have air prisons and a muse in the bathroom.

Clean your hands, son of a bitch... Air prisons...

[Shotta]
Saturday night,
He's already in the car,
In bad company, does it matter?
Tell your buddy to get out a compact.
The 1st thinking about the 2nd and the 2nd about the 3rd,
The paranoia increases,
They're waiting for you if you make a mistake.
Don't get lost, I don't believe you're a prisoner of your mortadella high,
I even see it as logical to disappear forever,
Dekoh, I'm going to the underworld, I want to see how the plague falls.
They already know it's not worth it, they can't handle me with knives,
They put on diapers, they eat my salts,
They want bigger sensations, they go to Carnivals,
Through life and they count their days as professionals.
They say I'm high just because I say hello,
And it greets you, suck it, mongoloid.
Put a rug on your whole face,
Here for paranoia, p... juice and shade...

[Legendary Chorus]
They don't speak my language even though they understand what I say,
They have air prisons and little else in their pockets.
They're tying themselves up, tell me what they're bringing and when,
They're enslaving themselves even though they keep walking because...
They don't speak my language even though they understand when I speak,
They have air prisons and a muse in the bathroom.

Clean your hands, son of a bitch... Air prisons...