La Bretxa: Translations in English and Lyrics - 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