Текст и перевод песни ZOO, Los Chikos del Maiz & At Versaris - Imperfeccions (amb Los Chikos del Maíz i At Versaris)

Imperfeccions (amb Los Chikos del Maíz i At Versaris)

Ja saben per el barri "Qui són eixos tres?"
Els aturats de sempre, els horteres del mes
Estic riguent-me de qui està davant de mi
Dins d'eixe espill, matant complexos, volent-me així

La serietat és massa seria pa no fer-li broma
La senzillesa és sinònim de ser persona
Riguent fins a quedar afònics, amb Rodri i Tony
Tornant borratxos des del Cabanyal a Beni

T'estan diguent que sigues dur, que ets un home
Que amagues el dolor, que fardes de patrimoni
La naturalitat és crim, coses del dimoni
Arrel i ales, gràcies mama, poder de dones

Ei, contradiccions que el fan fort
L'amor té la mentira, la vida té la mort
Que no t'anul•len, no es un tunel sense eixida
Manen la voluntat i el temps, no la sort

Manen a una, els tres que sents pren d'esta merda, fuma
Beuen del ron, del rock i el fonk, estos cabrons qu'abrumen
I sempre orgull de classe, militants de base
Enamorats de rapejar fins que se vos passe

I des de Sants fins a Valencia s'escolten
La resistència que obri el pas i les portes
Oh som per a bé o per a mal
Imperfeccions, son reals i son nostres
I des de Sants fins a Valencia s'escolten
La resistència que obri el pas i les portes
Oh som per a bé o per a mal
I més humans, oh, i més reals

Dos de la terreta i un del barri
Plan-B al beat, shake your body
Amb camisa, a Can Batlló
Gel i sifó en aquesta vida grisa

Esclaus del mercadeig
Portem el cabreig fins als palaus
No hem vingut a fer les paus
D'estiuet sense pasta i tu al tercer postgrau

Estic perdent enters, malalt de 45 i LP
Nen, estem fent avions de paper
Amb les nostres misèries i els vostres clitxés
Calla, es música apatxe, amb el Pancho
El Toni i la cassalla a paxes
València és més que ska i gralla
No xapen a les tres, violència es canalla
Obrim escletxes, i si el plan falla
Trenquem el setge i no volem medalla
Enamorat d'aquesta merda fins la tomba
Si la vergonya al•liena no ho esfondre

I des de Sants fins a Valencia s'escolten
La resistència que obri el pas i les portes
Ohhh som per a bé o per a mal
Imperfeccions, son reals i son nostres
I des de Sants fins a Valencia s'escolten
La resistència que obri el pas i les portes
Ohhh som per a bé o per a mal
I més humans, oh, i més reals

Llegó el chico de la barba y de la voz nasal
El que llena tu casal y cansa al barman
Con chanclas y un bañador, con la actitud del ganador
Con este olor a alcohol y la sonrisa intacta

Y defendamos la alegría y la imperfección
La rebeldía y la belleza que tiene el error
El amor por una causa
Con la cabeza siempre alta
Entregando el alma en cada canción

Que yo no escribo para sonar en Radio tres, qué va
Escribo por necesidad, pa' calmar el estrés
Lejos del interés, sin pensar en qué dirán
Con toda serenidad y un punto de timidez

Y esas críticas feroces yo no sé qué quieren
Buscan acallar nuestras voces y ven que no pueden
Están buscando que me enfade y pierda los papeles
Pero no saben que yo me crezco cuando me hieren
Y entonces saco el compromiso y saco la rabia
Cansado de tanto sumiso, tanta arrogancia
Cansados de ser esclavos, ser olvidados
Y enamorados de rapear hasta perder el habla

I des de Sants fins a Valencia s'escolten
La resistència que obri el pas i les portes
Ohhh som per a bé o per a mal
Imperfeccions, son reals i son nostres
I des de Sants fins a Valencia s'escolten
La resistència que obri el pas i les portes
Ohhh som per a bé o per a mal
I més humans, oh, i més reals

Imperfections (with Los Chikos del Maíz and At Versaris)

They already know in the neighborhood "Who are those three?"
The usual unemployed, the horticulturists of the month
I'm laughing at whoever is in front of me
Inside that mirror, killing complexes, loving myself like this

Seriousness is too serious not to joke about it
Simplicity is synonymous with being a person
Laughing until we're speechless, with Rodri and Tony
Coming back drunk from Cabanyal to Beni

They're telling you to be tough, that you're a man
To hide the pain, to boast about your heritage
Naturalness is a crime, things of the devil
Root and wings, thanks mom, power of women

Hey, contradictions that make him strong
Love has lies, life has death
Don't let them nullify you, it's not a tunnel without an exit
Willpower and time rule, not luck

They command one, the three you hear take this shit, smoke
Drink rum, rock and funk, these overwhelming bastards
And always proud of their class, grassroots militants
In love with rapping until you get over it

And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Oh we are for better or for worse
Imperfections, they are real and they are ours
And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Oh we are for better or for worse
And more human, oh, and more real

Two from the land and one from the neighborhood
Plan-B to the beat, shake your body
With a shirt, at Can Batlló
Ice and soda in this gray life

Slaves to marketing
We take the rampage to the palaces
We didn't come to make peace
Summer without pasta and you in your third postgraduate degree

I'm losing my mind, sick of 45 and LP
Boy, we're making paper airplanes
With our miseries and your clichés
Shut up, it's Apache music, with Pancho
Toni and the cassalla in installments
Valencia is more than ska and gralla
They don't close at three, violence is rascal
We open cracks, and if the plan fails
We break the siege and we don't want a medal
In love with this shit to the grave
If the shame of others doesn't sink it

And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh we are for better or for worse
Imperfections, they are real and they are ours
And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh we are for better or for worse
And more human, oh, and more real

The guy with the beard and the nasal voice arrived
The one who fills your community center and tires the bartender
With flip-flops and a swimsuit, with the winner's attitude
With this smell of alcohol and the intact smile

And let's defend joy and imperfection
The rebelliousness and beauty that error has
Love for a cause
With your head held high
Giving your soul in every song

I don't write to be played on Radio Three, no way
I write out of necessity, to calm the stress
Far from interest, without thinking about what they will say
With all serenity and a point of shyness

And those fierce criticisms, I don't know what they want
They seek to silence our voices and see that they can't
They're looking for me to get angry and lose my temper
But they don't know that I grow when they hurt me
And then I take out the commitment and I take out the rage
Tired of so much submissive, so much arrogance
Tired of being slaves, being forgotten
And in love with rapping until we lose our speech

And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh we are for better or for worse
Imperfections, they are real and they are ours
And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh we are for better or for worse
And more human, oh, and more real