Текст и перевод песни Zackfourteen - Boombap

Boombap

Cómo siempre andamos tranqui
Rhymes for passion, not for money
Classic in this game, atari
A los raperito de closet, yo te hundo like titanic
4 líneas, sigo tranqui
Espera, pon veinte de barrera igual la clavo cómo Pjanic
La comida está servida,y vo' venga pa' la mesa
Flow de entrada, rima de segundo
y de postre estos wordplays
Destreza adquirida en vida, no sé si soy real,
solo escribo lo que vivo y después un beat es orquesta

No sé quién soy, existo en búsquedas de luz y paz
La vie' un boomerang que cumple la función de recuperar
la armonía pero hace días que no usa brújula
La sonrisa está en la burbuja, rompela.
la realidad en mayúsculas
Acumula cosas, no cultura.
No preguntes, mejor juzga
Triunfo ajeno no se ayuda
Otros son el problema, no es mi culpa
¿Cómo se recicla a la gente basura?

Boombap, las raíces de mi país en un estadio
Boombap, Grau y Vallejo serían empresarios
Y si hablamos del corazón la contaminación
se vive a diario en todos los barrios
La envidia que nos parió

Te dicen libre en este régimen de estereotipo
Que no cunda el pánico, tu futuro está escrito
Nace estudia trabaja. otra opción puede traer conflicto
Vive tranquilo solo toma partido de un partido
Escucha los mismos ritmos que tus amigos
Si no te afecta, para qué ser político
Y nos contagiamos todos juntos de indiferencia
para que lo que nos pase no sea historia, sino olvido

En mi país hay más rata que en disney
Y cada cuatro años las eliges

La democracia baila al ritmo de la oferta y la demanda
Los medios vende humo y el tombo te mete bomba
Pero más me importa mantener mi cara linda
Conmigo no es mientras mi familia tenga

Boombap, las raíces de mi país en un estadio
Boombap, Grau y Vallejo serían empresarios
Y si hablamos del corazón la
contaminación se vive a diario en todos los barrios
La envidia que nos parió
Lo hago por pasión y con paciencia
Buscando sonrisas en poesia y no en noticias
Más que solución esta es mi anestesia
Para liberar lo que día a día me desquicia

Pienso luego existo, mientras mi existencia pasa inadvertida
No quiero brillar quiero saborear cada instante de vida

Seguimos tranqui, escribiendo por gusto
Por el gusto de que minuto a minuto
irrumpo entre los suburbios de mi espíritu
Me busco y descubro que me culpo por cosas que se escapan de mi pulso
Lo corrupto es correcto, me busco y me pierdo en mi cuaderno
Soy un producto insulso del mundo y sul comercio

La democracia baila al ritmo de la oferta y la demanda
Los medios vende humo y el tombo te mete bomba
Pero más me importa mantener mi cara linda
Porque conmigo no es mientras mi familia tenga

Boombap, las raíces de mi país en un estadio
Boombap, Grau y Vallejo serían empresarios
Y si hablamos del corazón la contaminación
se vive a diario en todos los barrios
La envidia que nos parió

Boombap

As always, we're chill, girl
Rhymes for passion, not for money, baby
Classic in this game, Atari, you know
To the closet rappers, I sink you like the Titanic, see?
4 lines, still chill, darling
Wait, put up a twenty-yard barrier, I'll still nail it like Pjanic, watch
The food is served, and you come to the table, sweetheart
Flow for starters, rhyme for seconds, babe
and these wordplays for dessert, honey
Skill acquired in life, I don't know if I'm real, love
I just write what I live and then a beat is an orchestra, you see

I don't know who I am, I exist in search of light and peace, girl
Life's a boomerang that serves the function of recovering, baby
harmony, but it hasn't used a compass for days, you know
The smile is in the bubble, break it, sweetheart
reality in capital letters, darling
Accumulates things, not culture, honey
Don't ask, just judge, love
Other people's triumph is not helped, you see
Others are the problem, it's not my fault, girl
How do you recycle trash people? babe

Boombap, the roots of my country in a stadium, you know
Boombap, Grau and Vallejo would be businessmen, sweetheart
And if we talk about the heart, the pollution, darling
is lived daily in all neighborhoods, honey
The envy that gave birth to us, love

They tell you you're free in this regime of stereotypes, you see
Don't panic, your future is written, girl
Born, study, work. another option can bring conflict, babe
Live peacefully, just take sides with a party, you know
Listen to the same rhythms as your friends, sweetheart
If it doesn't affect you, why be political? darling
And we all get infected together with indifference, honey
so that what happens to us is not history, but oblivion, love

In my country there are more rats than in Disney, you see
And every four years you choose them, girl

Democracy dances to the rhythm of supply and demand, babe
The media sells smoke and the cop throws bombs at you, you know
But I care more about keeping my face pretty, sweetheart
It's not my problem as long as my family has, darling

Boombap, the roots of my country in a stadium, honey
Boombap, Grau and Vallejo would be businessmen, love
And if we talk about the heart, the pollution, you see
is lived daily in all neighborhoods, girl
The envy that gave birth to us, babe
I do it for passion and with patience, you know
Looking for smiles in poetry and not in news, sweetheart
More than a solution, this is my anesthesia, darling
To release what drives me crazy day by day, honey

I think, therefore I am, while my existence goes unnoticed, love
I don't want to shine, I want to savor every moment of life, you see

We continue chill, writing for pleasure, girl
For the pleasure that minute by minute, babe
I burst among the suburbs of my spirit, you know
I search for myself and discover that I blame myself for things that escape my pulse, sweetheart
Corruption is correct, I search for myself and get lost in my notebook, darling
I am a bland product of the world and its commerce, honey

Democracy dances to the rhythm of supply and demand, love
The media sells smoke and the cop throws bombs at you, you see
But I care more about keeping my face pretty, girl
Because it's not my problem as long as my family has, babe

Boombap, the roots of my country in a stadium, you know
Boombap, Grau and Vallejo would be businessmen, sweetheart
And if we talk about the heart, the pollution, darling
is lived daily in all neighborhoods, honey
The envy that gave birth to us, love