Текст и перевод песни Valete - Pela Música, Pt. 2

Pela Música, Pt. 2

Desulador o cenário antigo . organico que cederam . e
Insetisidas onde a aparencia se opõe e paciencia céde a
Pressao do imediato, ainda nao ainda nao deram conta
Que o fruto do dinheiro acaba inventualmente de cair
Da árvore . podre . podre .
Valeu apena teres ido ao ginásio do outono há
Primavera
Ja tens corpo suficiente para assinar pela editora
Olha o contrato 90 para eles para ti 10%
Ate chulos no intendente davam-te 50 %
Agora es artista major cheio de estilo e auto-estima
Moral em cima mas cheiras a vaselina, ...
Mais um formato fareja há procura da platina, tu amas
Musica mas tens de prostituila
Não faças sons profundos porque as pessoas adormecem,
Lembra te os tugas dançam melhor do q pensam, por isso é que as radios
So passam sons de amor e festa por isso é que temos mais
Discotecas que bibliotecas
Por ixo é k playlistados nao passam de marionetas, há
Muita gente a dar o rabo por isso tens que marcar é so merda,
Musicas independentes nunca ouves nas radio stations
Nao há espaço, é muito grande catalogo dessa majors
Tas na capa da revista nao é pk a tua musica é inovadora é só pk
A tua editora tens mais dinheiro k as outras aproveita
Essa fama e toda a idulatração pk daki a 16 minutos, eu
Apanho te aki no underground .
Vais da gloria ao fracasso corrido a pontapé e a
Historia nem guardara para ti um rodape
Se vives de joelhos nem te vale a camisa do ché eu
Tou na horizontal mas eide morrer de pé .
Nesta Industria ...
Nos damos há musica tudo o que ela nos da
Quando o dinheiro acaba nos ainda tamos ca
Nao papo nada do que a radio programa abro a pestana desintoniza e muda de
Som
Nos damos há musica tudo o que ela nos da
Quando o dinheiro acaba nos ainda tamos ca
Esses teus idolos mano sao so marionetes cantam por cheques fazem no sem alma e sem dom
Ikonoklasta -
Dizes que nao evolui?
Nada aprendi do negocio e ainda gravo independations
E nao sei se agora os conceitos sao os mesmo de ra
Mas se o que eu vejo por ai é musica, deixo tudo e vou me embora
Playlists nao refletem o gosto, mas a cultura do povo
E a industria explora a ignorancia por isso cheira a mofo?? é consumir, nao ha explicaçao para o bolso roto
E nos videos peitos peludos e fios de ouro
Alimenta o sonho mano e sonha alto
Mas o pais tem 10 milhoes tas a ser otario
Nao sejas a Cinderella neste conto do Vigario
Nao chegas as estrelas no teu pé de feijao magico
Nunca, Nunca, Nunca, vais ser rico aceita
Podes ate viver disto mas nao sem cederes a peida
Eles irao lambe-la primeiro mas viram te do avesso
E o dilema que enfrentas e estabeleceres o teu preço
Nos damos há musica tudo o que ela nos da
Quando o dinheiro acaba nos ainda tamos ca
Nao papo nada do que a radio programa abre a pestana desintoniza e muda de som
Nos damos há musica tudo o que ela nos da
Quando o dinheiro acaba nos ainda tamos ca
Esses teus idolos mano sao só marionetes cantam por cheques, fazem no sem alma e sem dom
Sam the Kid -
Eu faço tipo metaforas boy, para mim labels sao tipo damas men,
Ves aquelas damas que tipo, ya dao bues nas vistas, aquela dama de silicone
Vais conhece la boy, nao tem nada na cabeça boy, nao te sabe tratar como queres ser tratado men, depois tens aquelas damas, as minhas favoritas boy, low pro . low profile
Aquelas damas que tao assim num canto e que, vais ter com elas conheces, vais beber um café, vais curti las boy, depois tens aquelas azedas boy, azedas, ninguem as quer boy, elas ai ate tentam vir com um decote bacano nepia boy, ninguem as quer . mas digo te uma cena men, para falares delas a cena e fat se ficares a conhece-las men por isso se elas te convidarem aceita o convite:
Vai beber um cafe com as editoras
Vai jantar com as editoras
Vai ah night com as editoras
Da kisses nas editoras
Apalpa as editoras
E fode com editoras mas repara
Nao te comprometas, cumprimenta as na cara
Porque elas sao ciumentas e nao podes fazer nada
Quando te derem o contrato, le, eu li como a lara
E eu vim para chamar a musica e ta perto da Sara
E no deserto do Sahara eles dao te areia
Queres subir? eles dao boleia
Mas eu nao, eu vou a passo de anao
Para mim eles sao multibancos sem paca
Porque eu nao lhes passo cartao
Passam me a perna se eu passo a mao
Num acordo sujo vou comprar sabao
E dou lhes um autografo com a condiçao
O filho é meu sou pai presente e nao tou na prisao
Numa divisao decente da comissao
Nao e ganancia e justiça e decencia é a minha visao
Esta e a minha exigencia, esta e a minha missao
A minha maneira de ter a carreira e ter duraçao
Boys Band pedem por favor: So mais um Verao
So mais um ao, so mais um anuncio pa prestaçao
E a pergunta po ano sera, aonde é que eles tao?
Sera que ficaram pa Historia ou foi em vao?
É porque a populaçao tem memoria curta como penis no Japao
Vai po plano B da exposiçao, se real para ti num realyti show na televisao
Quando a participaçao acabava com teu single de apresentaçao
Nao e a mesma coisa pois nao?
Hoje em dia ja nao ha ninguem que te ouça pois nao?
Visto que foste Fast-food e acabou digestao
Ambicionavas ver o teu nome no cheque de 1 milhao
Eu preciso ser nome de rua, escola, ou pavilhao
Ao principio pensava que editoras era o Papao
Reconciliaçao, na Edel o Peter deu me o cartao
E se o cartao ainda existe é por alguma razao
Muitos ficam filtros quando eu chego a uma conclusao
Nao ha respeito sao preconceito na aceitaçao
Nao ha controlo e o rap criolo ainda nao tem ediçao
Numa major nem que seja so para distribuiçao
Boy eu ja nem ouço a radio men é so Poluiçao
Eu dou a musica o que ela me da,
Quando o dinheiro acaba eu ainda tou ca
A criar um sétimo A
Eu nao concordo com Paredes na sua frase mais bela
Eu amo demasiado a musica para nao viver dela
Nao quero trabalhar num escritorio isso para mim e fatela
Valete -
Ah musica dou tudo o que ela me da,
Radio nao passa o meu som,
Mas eu ainda tou ca
Eu juntei os manos mais puros no meu habitat
Nos seremos a mudança que o futuro trara
Ah musica dou tudo o que ela me da
Ah musica dou tudo o que ela me da,
Radio nao passa o meu som,
Mas eu ainda tou ca
Eu juntei os manos mais puros no meu habitat
Nos seremos a mudança que o futuro trara
Ah musica dou tudo o que ela me da

For the Music, Pt. 2

The old scenario is desolate, the organic they surrendered, and
Insecticides where appearance opposes and patience gives in to
The pressure of the immediate, they haven't yet realized
That the fruit of money eventually falls
From the tree... rotten... rotten...
It was worth going to the autumn gym back in
Spring
You already have a good enough body to sign with the label
Look at the contract, 90 for them, 10% for you
Even pimps in Intendente would give you 50%
Now you're a major artist, full of style and self-esteem
Morals high, but you smell like Vaseline...
Another format sniffs around in search of platinum, you love
Music, but you have to prostitute it
Don't make deep sounds because people fall asleep,
Remember, Portuguese people dance better than they think, that's why radios
Only play sounds of love and party, that's why we have more
Discotheques than libraries
That's why playlisted artists are nothing more than puppets, there are
Too many people kissing ass, so you have to mark your territory, it's all shit,
You never hear independent music on radio stations
There's no space, the catalog of those majors is too big
You're on the cover of the magazine, not because your music is innovative, it's just because
Your label has more money than the others, take advantage of
This fame and all the idolatry, because in 16 minutes, I'll
Catch you here in the underground.
You'll go from glory to failure, kicked out, and
History won't even save a footnote for you
If you live on your knees, even Che's shirt won't help you, I
May be lying down, but I'll die standing up.
In this industry...
We give music everything it gives us
When the money runs out, we're still here
I don't swallow anything the radio programs, I open my eyes, tune out and change the
Sound
We give music everything it gives us
When the money runs out, we're still here
Those idols of yours, girl, are just puppets, they sing for checks, they do it without soul and without talent
Ikonoklasta -
You say I haven't evolved?
I haven't learned anything from the business and I still record independently
And I don't know if the concepts are the same now as they were
But if what I see out there is music, I'll leave everything and go away
Playlists don't reflect taste, but the culture of the people
And the industry exploits ignorance, that's why it smells like mold?? It's all about consuming, there's no explanation for the broken pocket
And in the videos, hairy chests and gold threads
Feed the dream, girl, and dream big
But the country has 10 million, you're being stupid
Don't be Cinderella in this Vicar's tale
You won't reach the stars on your magic beanstalk
You'll never, never, never be rich, accept it
You might even make a living from this, but not without giving in to the fart
They'll lick it first, but they'll turn you inside out
And the dilemma you face is setting your price
We give music everything it gives us
When the money runs out, we're still here
I don't swallow anything the radio programs, open your eyes, tune out and change the sound
We give music everything it gives us
When the money runs out, we're still here
Those idols of yours, girl, are just puppets, they sing for checks, they do it without soul and without talent
Sam the Kid -
I do like metaphors, boy, for me labels are like ladies, man,
You see those ladies who, yeah, are really eye-catching, that silicone lady
You go meet her, boy, she has nothing in her head, boy, she doesn't know how to treat you like you want to be treated, man, then you have those ladies, my favorites, boy, low pro, low profile
Those ladies who are like that in a corner and you go to them, you meet them, you have a coffee, you enjoy them, boy, then you have those sour ones, boy, sour, nobody wants them, boy, they even try to come with a nice neckline, no way, boy, nobody wants them. But I tell you one thing, man, to talk about them, the thing is, you have to get to know them, man, so if they invite you, accept the invitation:
Go have a coffee with the labels
Go have dinner with the labels
Go to the night with the labels
Give kisses to the labels
Touch the labels
And fuck with the labels but look
Don't commit, greet them in the face
Because they are jealous and you can't do anything
When they give you the contract, read it, I read it like Lara
And I came to call the music and it's close to Sara
And in the Sahara desert they give you sand
You want to go up? They give you a ride
But not me, I'm going at a dwarf's pace
To me they are ATMs without a card
Because I don't give them my card
They screw me over if I lend a hand
In a dirty deal, I'm going to buy soap
And I give them an autograph with the condition
The child is mine, I'm a present father and I'm not in jail
In a decent division of the commission
It's not greed, it's justice and decency, that's my vision
This is my demand, this is my mission
My way of having a career and having longevity
Boy bands beg please: Just one more summer
Just one more oh, just one more ad for the loan
And the question for the year will be, where are they?
Did they stay for history or was it in vain?
It's because the population has a short memory like a penis in Japan
Go for plan B of the exhibition, if it's real for you, a reality show on television
When the participation ended with your presentation single
It's not the same thing, is it?
Nowadays nobody listens to you anymore, right?
Since you were fast food and digestion is over
You dreamed of seeing your name on a million-dollar check
I need to be the name of a street, a school, or a pavilion
At first I thought labels were the Boogeyman
Reconciliation, at Edel Peter gave me his card
And if the card still exists, it's for a reason
Many become filters when I reach a conclusion
There's no respect, it's prejudice in acceptance
There's no control and Creole rap still has no edition
In a major, even if it's just for distribution
Boy, I don't even listen to the radio anymore, man, it's just pollution
I give music what it gives me,
When the money runs out, I'm still here
Creating a seventh A
I don't agree with Paredes in his most beautiful phrase
I love music too much not to make a living from it
I don't want to work in an office, that's a hustle for me
Valete -
Ah, music, I give everything it gives me,
Radio doesn't play my sound,
But I'm still here
I gathered the purest brothers in my habitat
We will be the change that the future will bring
Ah, music, I give everything it gives me
Ah, music, I give everything it gives me,
Radio doesn't play my sound,
But I'm still here
I gathered the purest brothers in my habitat
We will be the change that the future will bring
Ah, music, I give everything it gives me