Imperfeccions (amb Los Chikos del Maíz i At Versaris) - Zoo перевод на английский

Imperfeccions (amb Los Chikos del Maíz i At Versaris)

I diuen per el barri "Qui són eixos tres?",
Els aturats de sempre, els horteres del mes,
Jo 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 borraxos des del Cabanyal a Beni
T'estan diguent que sigues dur, que ets un home
Que amagues el dolor, i fardes de patrimoni,
La naturalitat és crim, coses del dimoni,
Arrel i ales, gràcies mama, poder de dones
Debilitats et 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,
T′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
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, 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 Toni
El Panxo i la cassalla a paxes,
València és més que ska i gralla
No xapen a les 3, 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, 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 3, 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, 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, i més reals

Imperfections (with Los Chikos del Maíz and At Versaris)

And they say around the neighborhood "Who are those three?",
The usual unemployed, the gardeners of the month,
I'm laughing at whoever is in front of me
Inside that mirror, killing complexes, loving myself this way
Seriousness is too serious to not joke about it
Simplicity is synonymous with being a person,
Laughing until we're hoarse, with Rodri and Tony
Coming back drunk from Cabanyal to Beni
They're telling you to be tough, that you're a man
Hide the pain, and boast about your possessions,
Naturalness is a crime, devil's stuff,
Roots and wings, thank you mom, power of women
Weaknesses make you strong
Love has the lie, life has death
Don't let them nullify you, it's not a tunnel without an exit,
Will and time rule, not luck
The three you hear are in command,
Take from this shit, smoke,
Drink rum, rock and funk, these bastards,
Overwhelm you,
And always proud of 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
Ohhh we are for good or for bad
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 good or for bad
And more human, and more real

Two from the land and one from the neighborhood
Plan-B on the beat, shake your body,
With a shirt, in Can Batlló,
Ice and soda in this gray life
Slaves of marketing,
We bring the rage to the palaces,
We have not come to make peace
Summer without pasta and you in the third postgraduate
I'm losing my mind, sick of 45 and LP
Boy, we are making paper airplanes with
Our miseries and your clichés
Shut up, it's patch music, with Toni
Panxo and the cassalla to shreds,
Valencia is more than ska and gralla
They don't close at 3, Violence is scoundrel
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 destroy it.

And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh we are for good or for bad
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 good or for bad
And more human, and more real

The guy with the beard and the nasal voice arrived
The one who fills your house and tires the bartender
With flip flops and a swimsuit, with the attitude of a winner
With this smell of alcohol and the intact smile
And let's defend the joy and imperfection
The rebellion and beauty that the error has
The love for a cause,
With the head always held high, delivering the soul in each song
I don't write to be played on Radio 3, 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 are 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, 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 voice

And from Sants to Valencia they are heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh we are for good or for bad
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 good or for bad
And more human, and more real