Текст и перевод песни Zenit - Ya, ya, se - Version 0.4

Ya, ya, se - Version 0.4

Ya, ya se, sin ir a clase que es la clase, mi pase,
Que sin tener un pase no se pueda tener clase,
Pero de esta clase soy yo el profesor y vaya
Coincidencia, si señor, es mi nombre el del pase.
Deseaban que me retirase, que mi rap acabase, que nunca mas triunfase,
Pero fue solo una fase del libro de mi vida,
Solo una frase y el destino que mi flow recuperase,
Que mi exito llegase, que mi bolsillo se llenase,
Que nuevamente del hip-hop me enamorase, que a mi mismo me encontrase,
Que un nuevo rap comenzase y que en
Vinilo en base Zenit rimase sobre esta base.

(Solo se trata de nacer con el don)
La verdad es tener en la vida una mision
(Solo se trata de nacer con el don)
Un granito de arena en tu tierra por la paz
(Solo se trata de nacer con el don)
Competicion cuando exista la paz en tu corazon
(Solo se trata de nacer con el don)
Actua como quieras, pero busca la verdad.

Ya, ya se, que mi caida fue vertiginosa y que dije haber enterrado mi
Rap bajo una losa, pero me he dado cuenta de estar hundido de una
Cosa: sin el rap mi vida estaba empezando a ser desastrosa,
Mi existencia insulsa y sosa,
Mi forma de ser odiosa,
Y mi poesia de versos perfectos pauperrima prosa.
Asi que decidi tener una resurreccion grandiosa, relajarme,
Recapacitar y hacer maravillosa esta cancion de rap y convertirla en
Diosa, para que esta España tan paleta se sienta orgullosa de la
Musica de Zenit aunque no sea tan famosa como
Operacion Triunfo, Bisbal, Bustamante y Rosa.

Ya, ya se, que muchas veces he hecho caso miso a los consejos de la
Gente que con sus consejos quiso que no perdiera nunca el norte y que
Fuera fiel a mi compromiso de tener los pies en el suelo que piso,
Y esa lista de gente cada dia reviso,
Para devolver consejos en el momento preciso a quien los merezca,
Pero un inciso, tambien te aconsejare a ti seas quien seas,
Si me das permiso, y es que no se pueden meter en mismo guiso al que
Da buen sabor y al que con mal sabor el buen gusto piso,
Si tu disco es tan malo como tu rap sere conciso,
Pasaras vergüenza y el que avisa no es traidor y aviso.

Ya, ya se, que a veces (todo va muy deprisa) que frenamos de milagro
Asomados a la cornisa,
Asi que aunque perdamos en la vida hasta la camisa intentemos por lo
Menos conservar una sonrisa y que creer en nosotros mismos sea la
Unica premisa, por que las cosas no se arreglan yendo a misa,
Ni gastando los euros en una pitonisa,
Y hay que conseguir que la pendiente sea lo mas lisa.
Posible, por que es imposible subirla con prisa,
Menos para los que suben tirando de misa,
Pero sabeis por que al verles me entra la risa?
Por que mi rap su guisa, su prisa y su visa pisa
(Lo se, ya lo se)
(Lo se, ya lo se)
(Lo se, ya lo se)

Yes, Yes, I know - Version 0.4

Yes, yes I know, without going to class, that's the class, my pass,
That without having a pass, you can't have class,
But in this class, I am the professor, and what a
Coincidence, yes sir, it is my name on the pass.
They wanted me to retire, for my rap to end, for me to never succeed again,
But it was just a phase in the book of my life,
Just a sentence, and destiny wanted my flow to recover,
For my success to come, for my pocket to be filled,
For me to fall in love with hip-hop again, for me to find myself,
For a new rap to begin, and for
Zenit to rhyme on this beat on Vinyl base.

(It's just a matter of being born with the gift)
The truth is to have a mission in life
(It's just a matter of being born with the gift)
A grain of sand in your land for peace
(It's just a matter of being born with the gift)
Competition when there is peace in your heart
(It's just a matter of being born with the gift)
Act as you wish, but seek the truth.

Yes, yes, I know that my fall was vertiginous and that I said I had buried my
Rap under a slab, but I have realized that I was sinking in one
Thing: without rap, my life was beginning to be disastrous,
My existence bland and tasteless,
My way of being hateful,
And my poetry of perfect verses impoverished prose.
So I decided to have a great resurrection, relax,
Rethink and make this rap song wonderful and turn it into
Goddess, so that this palette-ridden Spain can be proud of the
Music of Zenit, even though it is not as famous as
Operacion Triunfo, Bisbal, Bustamante y Rosa.

Yes, yes, I know that many times I have ignored the advice of the
People who with their advice wanted me to never lose my way and to be
True to my commitment to keep my feet on the ground that I tread,
And I review that list of people every day,
To return advice at the right time to whoever deserves it,
But a parenthesis, I will also advise you whoever you may be,
If you give me permission, and it is that you cannot put in the same stew the one that
Gives good flavour and the one that with bad flavour steps on good taste,
If your album is as bad as your rap I will be concise,
You will be ashamed and he who warns is not a traitor and I warn.

Yes, yes, I know that sometimes (everything goes very fast) that we brake miraculously
Leaning on the cornice,
So although we lose in life even the shirt let's try at least to keep a
Smile and that believing in ourselves is the
Only premise, because things are not fixed by going to mass,
Or spending the euros on a pythoness,
And we have to get the slope as smooth as possible.
Possible, because it is impossible to climb it in a hurry,
Except for those who climb by pulling mass,
But do you know why when I see them I get the giggles?
Because my rap his guisa, his prisa and his visa steps on
(I know, I know)
(I know, I know)
(I know, I know)