Текст и перевод песни Tsh Sudaca - La Nada

La Nada

No sueñes tanto me dijeron algún día
Los mismos que durmieron mientras un disco escribía
Me preguntan cómo, y la respuesta en sí es la misma
No duerma tanto, sueñe más, y deje todo en esa pista

Cansarse es fácil si esto para ti es carrera
Pero no corras tanto que quizás te mate la fatiga
En el altar ponen muchos santos con sus velas
Son solo humanos que su YouTube va por otras ligas

Este es el reto del pro ego
En pro de no probar sus pro
Y sus contras, mira

Es un domingo en el que el mercado escasea
Tranquilos, traje mangos para degustar en la tarima
Y lástima que sean más pretensiones que talento
Ni con todas las Jordan caen en el tempo

Error, no es la crema, es el pastel, negro
No es la crema, es el...

Preparan y nunca disparan
Conspiran, no duran tres cuadras
Imitan y no dicen nada
Este es el tiempo de pensar en por qué no pasa nada

Preparan y nunca disparan
Conspiran, no duran tres cuadras
Imitan y no dicen nada
Este es el tiempo de pensar en por qué no pasa nada

Trae otro sixpack y brindemos por Tupac
Mañana la muerte de Trump será una fiesta absoluta
Tan solo ocupas un milímetro del universo
No eres tan importante, créeme eso lo aseguro

Es puro, como este conjuro
Si piensas escribir pregunta a Saga cómo fue pintar un muro
Mi juventud repartida entre noctámbulos
Bordeo los 30 entre padres y triángulos

Salgo a los bares, intento curarme en música
Soltando joyas que nunca me quiten lo bailao′
Pienso dejar el listón, donde solo los que jueguen basketball
De allí podrán bajarlo

Tómese un trago largo y respire
Aquí todo tiene precio como un banco
Recorrí el último tramo
Sin deberles favores y cerrando el espectáculo

Preparan y nunca disparan
Conspiran, no duran tres cuadras
Imitan y no dicen nada
Este es el tiempo de pensar en por qué no pasa nada

Preparan y nunca disparan
Conspiran, no duran tres cuadras
Imitan y no dicen nada
Este es el tiempo de pensar en por qué no pasa nada

Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
Aquí no pasa nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
Ni afuera en la radio
Ni en muchos de sus discos

Aún no escucho nada
Sigo esperando el día
En que quieran decir algo de ahí fondo

No les creo
No, no les creo

The Nothing

Do not dream so much they told me someday
The same ones who slept while I was writing a record
They ask me how, and the answer itself is the same
Do not sleep so much, dream more, and leave everything on that track

It is easy to get tired if this is a career for you
But do not run so much that perhaps the fatigue will kill you
At the altar they put many saints with their candles
They are just humans whose YouTube is in other leagues

This is the challenge of the pro ego
In favor of not trying their pros
And their cons, look

This is a Sunday when the market is in short supply
Relax, I brought mangoes to taste on the stage
And it is a pity that there are more pretensions than talent
Not even with all the Jordans do they fall into the tempo

Error, it is not the cream, it is the cake, man
It is not the cream, it is the...

They prepare and never shoot
They conspire, they do not last three blocks
They imitate and they do not say anything
This is the time to think about why nothing is happening

They prepare and never shoot
They conspire, they do not last three blocks
They imitate and they do not say anything
This is the time to think about why nothing is happening

Bring another sixpack and let's toast to Tupac
Tomorrow the death of Trump will be an absolute party
You only occupy a millimeter of the universe
You are not that important, believe that I assure you

It is pure, like this spell
If you think of writing, ask Saga how it was to paint a wall
My youth is shared between night owls
I am approaching 30 among parents and triangles

I go to the bars, I try to heal myself with music
Dropping jewels that will never take away what I danced′
I think I'll leave the bar, where only those who play basketball
Will be able to lower it from there

Take a long drink and breathe
Here everything has a price like a bank
I have traveled the last stretch
Without owing them favors and closing the show

They prepare and never shoot
They conspire, they do not last three blocks
They imitate and they do not say anything
This is the time to think about why nothing is happening

They prepare and never shoot
They conspire, they do not last three blocks
They imitate and they do not say anything
This is the time to think about why nothing is happening

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing is happening here, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Not outside on the radio
Nor on many of their records

I still do not hear anything
I keep waiting for the day
When they want to say something from that background

I do not believe them
No, I do not believe them