Текст и перевод песни Zkramble - Pluma de Buitre

Pluma de Buitre

Hay un sembradío vacío de blanquecino color
Tengo semillas de letras y justo soy el arador
Me da pudor seguir parao' en el mismo lao'
Todo quieto pero el reloj sigue corriendo apresurao'

El tiempo es oro y tu jefe te valora a quilates
Deja tu libertad prácticamente en jaque mate
A veces en tu mente su cabeza contra el bate
Pero actuai con sumisión te trate como te trate

El cable a veces no se corta con un puro hachazo
Si tendiste la mano, estoy aquí pa' dar abrazos
No te limites al tiempo libre delimitao'
Procura mantener en tu interior todo equilibrao'

A veces me dan ganas de tirar to' por la ventana
Pero antes pienso que con eso nada se gana
Deja las mañas y enfócate en lo que apaña
El panorama se hace normal con un par de dramas

Te invito a ser el primer testigo de este embruje
Tu cerebro estrujé, este león ruge
La pista existe y me pide a gritos que dibuje
Esta vida es corta y no se aprovecha si la sufres

A mí me cunde, el esfuerzo no lo arrojo
Pa' adelante aunque tenga lagañas en la orilla del ojo
Por mi ideología no concluyan que soy rojo
Ni van a sesiones y nosotros somos los flojos

Todo es la misma mierda en distintas direcciones
Apoyan al Che o a Pinochet, igual de weones
Soy versátil y no por tirar versos pa ti
Es por narrar lo nada fácil que es vivir aquí

Pero quien cacha, se enchufa
No se rehúsa, que los sapos se preocupen de su nenúfar
Soy mitad niño, mitad adulto
Sin quitarme la manía de criticar sin insultos

Me siento y de paso observo el vaivén de las olas
Viendo el fracaso ese de tantos que se pisan la cola
Si hay ausencia de color te desespera
Ergo culpan al gato negro pasando bajo escaleras

Converso vida verdadera, no la decoro
Prefiero mil versos que tantos patrones de coro
The street recorro 'cause walking is made for me
And rappin' I put 'em between the devil and the deep sea

Me meo en todos sus falsos testimonios
Desenmascaro a quienes deseen más caros patrimonios
Obeso mórbido en rimas y físicamente flaco
Traigo rimas con bubónica aliadas con amoníaco

Nadie los funa si no fuera porque están funaos
Quieren subir escalones con cordones desabrochaos
Creen que sueltan fuego y de esto no cachan ni una
No tuvieron sentimiento si tuvieron oro en cuna

Una, dos, tres jalo el gatillo
Disparo versos pa' traperos de ahora sin brillo
La pará' se interesa en tatuarse y teñirse el pelo
Vai a sentir en breve mis claps en el cerebelo

Por hablar de tanta calle no te pongo en un atril
Porque la misma es tierra de nadie como Bir Tawil
Bonita y colorida, a veces sucia y vil
Someone likes to live, meanwhile another likes to kill

No es que este volviendo es que nunca me fui
And I keep rapping about everything that I live
El sentido en esta esfera achatada no lo vi
Cuando cacho que el desprecio atrae y aburre lo gentil

Lo futil, lo inútil causa repercusión
Y el mutis reina si haces buena acción
Te quieren K.O sin poder levantarte
Crucifican al del barrio y al lejano llaman estandarte

Siempre busco ser true, tu falsedad pal vertedero
Quiero dejar la huella en este mundo rastrero
Haciendo reflexionar mediante mi tintero
Los pensamientos que tengo desde lo más sincero

Si quisiera dinero hubiera dejado esto hace rato
Despreocuparme de la música y firmar unos contratos
Mi filosofía siempre ha sido el desacato
Así que no pensí que voy a acordar con tu trato

Vulture's Feather

There's an empty field, a whitish color
I have seeds of lyrics and I'm the ploughman, girl
I'm ashamed to keep standing in the same spot
Everything's still, but the clock keeps rushing by, babe

Time is money and your boss values you in carats
Leaves your freedom practically in checkmate
Sometimes in your mind, his head against the bat
But you act submissively, no matter how he treats you, darling

Sometimes the cable doesn't break with a single axe blow
If you reached out your hand, I'm here to give hugs, sweetheart
Don't limit yourself to the delimited free time
Try to keep everything balanced inside you, love

Sometimes I feel like throwing everything out the window
But then I think that nothing is gained from that
Leave the bad habits and focus on what works, honey
The panorama becomes normal with a couple of dramas

I invite you to be the first witness of this spell
I squeezed your brain, this lion roars
The track exists and screams for me to draw on it
This life is short and it's not enjoyed if you suffer it, dear

It works for me, I don't throw away the effort
Forward, even if I have sleep in the corner of my eye
Don't conclude that I'm a communist because of my ideology
Nor do they go to sessions and we are the lazy ones

Everything is the same shit in different directions
They support Che or Pinochet, equally foolish
I'm versatile and not because I'm spitting verses for you, girl
It's to narrate how difficult it is to live here

But whoever gets it, plugs in
Doesn't refuse, let the toads worry about their water lily
I'm half child, half adult
Without losing my habit of criticizing without insults

I sit and watch the waves sway
Seeing the failure of so many who step on each other's tails
If there's an absence of color, it despairs you
Therefore, they blame the black cat passing under ladders

I speak real life, I don't decorate it
I prefer a thousand verses to so many chorus patterns
The street I roam 'cause walking is made for me
And rappin' I put 'em between the devil and the deep sea

I piss on all their false testimonies
I unmask those who desire more expensive patrimonies
Morbidly obese in rhymes and physically thin
I bring rhymes with bubonic plague allied with ammonia

No one calls them out if it weren't for the fact they're already called out
They want to climb stairs with untied shoelaces
They think they're spitting fire and they don't know a thing about this
They had no feeling if they had gold in their cradle

One, two, three, I pull the trigger
I shoot verses for dull rappers of today
The crowd is interested in getting tattoos and dyeing their hair
You're gonna feel my claps in your cerebellum soon

By talking about so much street, I don't put you on a lectern
Because it's a no man's land like Bir Tawil
Beautiful and colorful, sometimes dirty and vile
Someone likes to live, meanwhile another likes to kill

It's not that I'm coming back, it's that I never left
And I keep rapping about everything that I live
I didn't see the meaning in this flattened sphere
When I realize that contempt attracts and kindness bores

The futile, the useless causes repercussion
And silence reigns if you do a good deed
They want you K.O. without being able to get up
They crucify the one from the neighborhood and call the distant one a banner

I always try to be true, your falsehood to the dump
I want to leave my mark on this wretched world
Making people reflect through my inkwell
The thoughts I have from the most sincere place

If I wanted money, I would have left this a long time ago
Forget about music and sign some contracts
My philosophy has always been defiance
So don't think I'm going to agree with your deal