Lakov :
Bombes al beat, bombes a Gaza
Estic enèrgic ajunto la massa
No és esotèric cap dels meus escrits
Només escric el que passa
La nova a lliga a Terrassa, l'hora dels pobles flow que rebassa
Donen les migues als pobres aquí fem espases, ca-canvi de fase
Van de famosos van de famoses sempre tirant de la norma
Després queixarnos en manis, Vinga a cridar la hipocresia és enorme
Tu te'n vols aprofitar però vas de que na, Im psycho like Norman
Jo sols venia a rapejar però us puc ensenyar allà on pica la caixa
Posa't on puguis las Jordan, Aint give a fuck!
Viu a la ment com la Norma, I got the flavor, put on the loader
Diuen pujar com el Kilian:
Aint give a fuck!
Im finally gonna kill ya, sou uniformes, the game is over! God!
Malson Atmosfèric:
Cremant la cansalada amb Kapuscinski i Gramsci
Perdent el cul per ella com Abelard a París
No crec pas tan sols que arribi als 40
L'important és que escoltis les meves barres
Musicat només es una cara
Jo escolto Nirvana
No sé que son els Catarres
Gent indignada pels nens explotats a Àfrica
Els mateixos que fan d'un producte de Miquel Montoro
Crec que ja he acabat la etapa de Júlia
Estic enganxat a les antenes com quan plou a la farola
Ara roden caps ja no estic sensible
Si no gasto la bateria del mòvil es un miracle!
Sóc més mortífer que un solo de batería
Mira aquella tia com se'n fot del polícia tira
Les batalles d'ara són una merda
No hi ha ningú que improvitzi millor que el Piezas
Escoltant the Fugees amb els Re-fugees
Nem a canviar la història amb només un boli bic
Dins en un estudi o rapejant al barri
La crema catalana es serveix en un plat fred
Nu Drama:
Reunions, estrès, hipoteques
O teatres, cines, biblioteques
Estic en una llacuna seca
I m'ho miro com si fos un altre planeta
Buscaré refugis atmosfèrics
Bucarest de postguerra és tètric
Ja és de dia però no sap on és
Dorm a terra com un japonès
Pell de gallina like cafuné
Se'n va a Napule des d'un tamboret
Ou dur de gallina al tabulé
Roba la mare sense voler
No s'imagina tornar al cole
El seu amic ara és alcohòlic
Perquè és menys car que la llet i l'oli
Perquè viure no es obligatori
Pot ser que a un adolescent li moli
Haver nascut aquí i enganxar-se al molly
Perquè a males pot anar al reformatori
Perquè ho fa de festa
Perquè ho fa per hobby
Perquè es posa coliri i passa per sobri
I la misèria mai no li ha passat per sobre
Paga dels pares en un sobre
Són deu de hash en algun corner
Hi ha un nen romanès new al poble
S'ha tornat un tiu dur de sobte
Per ser acceptat en alguna colla
S'ha adonat que aquí es lo que es porta:
Veu ronca, fumar al cotxe
Té una foto a la cartera del seu avi
Que era el nen analfabet del búnquer
Que per sort havia sobreviscut les bombes
La Bretxa: Translations in English and Lyrics - Malson Atmosfèric
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Lyrics of La Bretxa
by Malson Atmosfèric
Translation in English of the Song
La Bretxa by Malson Atmosfèric
Lakov:
Bombs in the beat, bombs in Gaza
I'm energetic together with the masses
None of my writings are esoteric
I'm just writing what happens
The new league in Terrassa, the time of the villages flow that exceeds
They give crumbs to the poor here we make swords, ca-phase change
They go from celebrities go from celebrities always pulling the norm
After complaining in hand, Come call hypocrisy is huge
You want to take advantage of it but you go na, Im psycho like Norman
I just came to rap but I can show you where it stings the box
Put yourself where you can Jordan, Aint give a fuck!
Live in the mind like Norma, I got the flavor, put on the loader
They say go up com el Kilian:
Aint give a fuck!
Im finally gonna kill ya, sou uniformes, the game is over! God!
Atmospheric Nightmare:
Burning bacon with Kapuscinski and Gramsci
Losing your ass for her like Abelard in Paris
I don't think I'll just get to 40
The important thing is that you listen to my bars
Music is only one face
I listen to Nirvana
I don't know who the Catarrhs are
People outraged by exploited children in Africa
The same ones who make a product by Miquel Montoro
I think I've already finished Júlia's stage
I'm stuck on the antennas like when it rains on the streetlight
Now heads are rolling I'm no longer sensitive
If I don't spend my cell phone battery it's a miracle!
I'm more deadly than a drum solo
Look at that aunt fucking the police pull
The battles of now are shit
No one improvises better than the Piezas
Listening to the Fugees with the Re-fugues
Let's change the story with just one boli bic
Inside a studio or rapping in the neighborhood
Catalan cream is served on a cold plate
Nu Dr loves:
Meetings, stress, mortgages
Or theaters, cinemas, libraries
I'm in a dry lagoon
And I look at it like it's another planet
I'll look atmospheric shelters
Post-war Bucharest is gloomy
It's daylight but you don't know where it is
Sleep on the floor like a Japanese
Goosebumps like cafuné
goes to Napule from a stool
Hard-boiled chicken egg on the board
He steals his mother unintentionally
He can't imagine going back to school
His friend is now an alcoholic
Because it's less expensive than milk and oil
Because living isn't mandatory
A teenager might be ground
Having been born here and sticking to molly
Because he can go to the reformatory badly
Because he does it at a party
Because he does it as a hobby
Because he gets angry and goes overboard
And misery has never happened to him above
Parents pay in an envelope
It's ten hash in some corner
There's a new Romanian boy in the village
He's become a tough dude suddenly
To be accepted in some gang
He has noticed that this is what he is wearing:
Hoarse voice, smoking in the car
He has a photo in his grandfather's wallet
That he was the illiterate boy of the bunker
That luckily the bombs had survived
Bombs in the beat, bombs in Gaza
I'm energetic together with the masses
None of my writings are esoteric
I'm just writing what happens
The new league in Terrassa, the time of the villages flow that exceeds
They give crumbs to the poor here we make swords, ca-phase change
They go from celebrities go from celebrities always pulling the norm
After complaining in hand, Come call hypocrisy is huge
You want to take advantage of it but you go na, Im psycho like Norman
I just came to rap but I can show you where it stings the box
Put yourself where you can Jordan, Aint give a fuck!
Live in the mind like Norma, I got the flavor, put on the loader
They say go up com el Kilian:
Aint give a fuck!
Im finally gonna kill ya, sou uniformes, the game is over! God!
Atmospheric Nightmare:
Burning bacon with Kapuscinski and Gramsci
Losing your ass for her like Abelard in Paris
I don't think I'll just get to 40
The important thing is that you listen to my bars
Music is only one face
I listen to Nirvana
I don't know who the Catarrhs are
People outraged by exploited children in Africa
The same ones who make a product by Miquel Montoro
I think I've already finished Júlia's stage
I'm stuck on the antennas like when it rains on the streetlight
Now heads are rolling I'm no longer sensitive
If I don't spend my cell phone battery it's a miracle!
I'm more deadly than a drum solo
Look at that aunt fucking the police pull
The battles of now are shit
No one improvises better than the Piezas
Listening to the Fugees with the Re-fugues
Let's change the story with just one boli bic
Inside a studio or rapping in the neighborhood
Catalan cream is served on a cold plate
Nu Dr loves:
Meetings, stress, mortgages
Or theaters, cinemas, libraries
I'm in a dry lagoon
And I look at it like it's another planet
I'll look atmospheric shelters
Post-war Bucharest is gloomy
It's daylight but you don't know where it is
Sleep on the floor like a Japanese
Goosebumps like cafuné
goes to Napule from a stool
Hard-boiled chicken egg on the board
He steals his mother unintentionally
He can't imagine going back to school
His friend is now an alcoholic
Because it's less expensive than milk and oil
Because living isn't mandatory
A teenager might be ground
Having been born here and sticking to molly
Because he can go to the reformatory badly
Because he does it at a party
Because he does it as a hobby
Because he gets angry and goes overboard
And misery has never happened to him above
Parents pay in an envelope
It's ten hash in some corner
There's a new Romanian boy in the village
He's become a tough dude suddenly
To be accepted in some gang
He has noticed that this is what he is wearing:
Hoarse voice, smoking in the car
He has a photo in his grandfather's wallet
That he was the illiterate boy of the bunker
That luckily the bombs had survived
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