Imperfeccions - Los Chikos Del Maiz
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 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
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
Imperfections - The Corn Boys
They say in the neighborhood Who are those three?
The usual unemployed, the tackiest of the month
I'm laughing at who's in front of me
In that mirror, killing complexes, wanting myself like this
Seriousness is too serious not to make fun of 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
That you hide the pain, and boast about your assets
Naturalness is a crime, things of the devil
Roots and wings, thanks mom, power of women
Weaknesses make you strong
Love has lies, life has death
Don't let them annul you, it's not a tunnel with no way out
Willpower and time rule, not luck
They rule as one, the three you feel
Take this shit, smoke
Drink rum, rock and funk, these bastards
Overwhelm you
And always proud of our class, grassroots militants
In love with rapping until it passes
And from Sants to Valencia they're heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh whether for good or for bad
Imperfections, they're real and they're ours
More human, more real
Two from the land and one from the neighborhood
Plan-B on the beat, shake your body
With a shirt, at Can Batlló
Ice and siphon in this gray life
Slaves to merchandising
We carry the anger to the palaces
We didn't come to make peace
Summer without money and you in the third postgraduate
I'm losing it all, sick of 45s and LPs
Kid, we're making paper airplanes with our
Miseries and your clichés
Shut up, it's Apache music, with Toni
Panxo and cassalla at peace
Valencia is more than ska and gralla
They don't close at 3, Violence is a scoundrel
We open cracks, and if the plan fails
We break the siege and don't want a medal
In love with this shit until the grave
If shame alienates, don't break it down
The bearded guy with the nasal voice arrived
The one who fills your house and tires the bartender
With flip-flops and swim trunks, with the attitude of a winner
With this smell of alcohol and a smile intact
And let's defend joy and imperfection
Rebellion and the beauty of mistakes
Love for a cause
With the head always held high, giving our soul in every song
I don't write to be on Radio 3, no way
I write out of necessity, to calm the stress
Far from interest, without thinking about what they'll say
With all serenity and a hint of shyness
And those fierce criticisms, I don't know what they want
They seek to silence our voices and see they can't
They're looking to make me angry and lose my cool
But they don't know that I thrive when they hurt me
And then I bring out the commitment, I bring out the rage
Tired of so many submissive, so much arrogance
Tired of being slaves, being forgotten
And in love with rapping until losing speech