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Tangosifiliano (İngilizce çevirisi)

  • Sanatçı Adı: Sifili Freddi (Sifiliano84, Oxi Dum)
  • Şarkı: Tangosifiliano Albüm: El Idioma de la Tormenta
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Tangosifiliano

(¿Adónde están las wachas?)
 
Yo
 
Atrapado por las depresiones
Atados, desilusiones
Me veo ahorcado con mis cordones
Trastornado por las decepciones
¿Cuántas más vienen? No me importa
 
Disfruto cada gota de veneno que me da el seno Melancolía
"Prohibido echarte de menos" sería el tema de hoy día
Hoy día bailar un tango sería masoca
Sabor a mango en mi boca
Nadar en el fango no le gusta a ninguna loca
 
El mundo entero me provoca
Épocas de violencia y coca
De mujeres con el corazón de roca
Ahora me toca
Sentirme vivo para no terminar como mi homie Mauricio Caroca
 
Mi estado mental no desenfoca
Menos mal sigue fuerte el pilar
Si no fuera por el rap estaría fumando pasta
La pulenta
Cochino, métrico y saiko
No quieren abrirme la puerta
¿Lo que siento por ti?
Son solo monedas de a peso
Tranquila, mis rapeadas son de sexo
Cada sílaba un beso
 
Amo mi vida aunque sé que es una zorra
Amo mis tags aunque sé que también se borran
Amo la química que hay entre mis lápices
Mis cómplices, mis confidentes
Amo el intermedio que hay entre la vida y la muerte
Amo la tormenta, y estoy en ella, lo sé
Cómo yo obtuve mis primeros cassetes
Lo recuerdo y me pongo más triste
Ahora mis rapeadas son el Twister, ¿viste?
 
"¿A qué viniste? ¿A despedirte?"
Freddi, de nuevo perdiste
Freddi, de nuevo perdiste
Perdiste
 
Otra pérdida, otra herida
Bienvenido a los tiempos de la generación depresiva
Con sida
Donde están todos hechos tiras
 
Eso de que estai' bien es pura mentira
El entorno me da claustrofobia
Mientras más me informo siento más paranoia
 
Intoxico mis pulmones con el humo de un porro sucio
I need love, I need drug, socio
Intoxico mis pulmones con el humo de un porro sucio
I need love, I need drug
 
Yo, yo, yo
 
Las espinas se me clavan fuerte
Siento el dolor
A veces el fakir también pierde la concentración
La vida es solo un flagelo
El mundo está hecho de hielo
Ya no comparto esos buenos sentimientos
Mejor los congelo
 
Búscate uno con gel en el pelo, Consuelo
El amor tendrá que esperar porque no porto monedas para un trelo, puta
Más espinas que pétalos tiene la rosa que te regalo
Destrozan tu burbuja hermosa
Relaciones amorosas con brujas
 
Distorsiones tenebrosas que empujan
A las peores decisiones que puede llegar a tomar un humano
Estimulando al suicida
El tango sifiliano
 
Corte en las venas de los brazos
Siente el dolor por pedazos
El sabor de los malos ratos que paso
Traspaso
Del corazón al papel en este caso
 
En mis días no sale el sol
Agonía sin plata, filosofía barata, pornografía pirata y rock and roll
Pastillas mezcladas con una alta cantidad de alcohol
Pude olvidarme por un momento, luego volvió el dolor
Vomitando sangre mezclada con ron
Prendo un cigarro
Y sigo viviendo con nostalgia la magia del barro
 
Otra pérdida, otra herida
Bienvenido a los tiempos de la generación depresiva
Con sida
Donde están todos hechos tiras
 
Eso de que estai' bien es pura mentira
El entorno me da claustrofobia
Mientras más me informo siento más paranoia
 
Intoxico mis pulmones con el humo de un porro sucio
I need love, I need drug, socio
Intoxico mis pulmones con el humo de un porro sucio
I need love, I need drug
 
Disculpa, puta
No
Vivo en el error
Fumando porro todos los días
Y leyendo historias de terror
Hoy no quiero ver a nadie
En mi mundo me encierro
Es lo más parecido a irse a vivir solo a la punta del cerro
 
A Dios solo le ruego que el mundo se acabe luego
Que todo el odio del humano
Se convierta en fuego
Te conocí cuando el cielo soltó el llanto
Supe que no erai' para mí
No me mentí, solo me dejé llevar por el encanto
Y ¿qué tanto si me vuelvo a equivocar?
Gritos de espanto se escucharon cuando te empecé a estrangular
Hasta matar
 
Ahora me excita tu ausencia
También estuve preso por la culpa de mi demencia
Que va en progreso, mis sesos
Ultraviolencia
El crimen ya está hecho
Y no hay lamento, perra
Ni tu himen ni una flecha en el pecho me pone los pies en la tierra
 
Hoy fomento el suicidio
Esa es la única solución
El drama comanda
Niun doctor me quitaría esta depresión
Más que problemas de plata es mi relación con la gente
Condenación diferente
Me meo en tu generación y en todos tus parientes
 
Soy otro muerto viviente con su propio mundo saiko interno
¿Estai' contento porque se acabó el invierno?
Vai' a temernos
Porque no me conformo
Voy en un viaje sin retorno
Atmósfera satánica, tensión de fondo, calaveras de adorno
 
El viento sopla fuerte, cortó todos los puentes
Terremotos, huracanes y tsunamis pueden entenderme
Terremotos, huracanes y tsunamis pueden entenderme
 
El idioma de la tormenta, sifiliano
 
Sifili Freddi, un suicida
Ese nombre, puta, a que no se te olvida
 
Sifili Freddi, un suicida
Ese nombre, puta, a que no se te olvida
 
Sifili Freddi, Sifili Freddi
 
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
 
Otra pérdida, otra herida
Bienvenido a los tiempos de la generación depresiva
Con sida
Donde están todos hechos tiras
 
Eso de que estai bien es pura mentira
El entorno me da claustrofobia
Mientras más me informo siento más paranoia
 
Intoxico mis pulmones con el humo de un porro sucio
I need love, I need drug, socio
I need love, I need drug, socio
 
I need love, I need drug
I need love, I need drug
 
Prrah
 
I need drug
 
tanuki_substanuki_subs tarafından 2022-08-16 tarihinde eklendi.
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Syphilian Tango

(Where are the chicks at?)
 
Yo
 
Trapped by depressions
Trouble, dismay
I see myself hanged by my shoelaces
Deranged by disappointments
How many more are to come? I don't care
 
I enjoy every drop of poison that the bosom of Melancholy gives me
"No missing you" would be the theme of today
Today dancing a tango would be masochistic
The flavor of mango in my mouth
No bitch likes swimming in tar
 
The whole world triggers me
Times of violence and coke
Of women with hearts of stone
Now it's up to me
To feel alive to avoid ending up like my homie Mauricio Caroca
 
My mental state doesn't blur
I'm glad the pillar is still strong
If it wasn't for rap I'd be smoking crack
For real
Dirty, metrical and psycho
They won't open the door for me
What I feel for you?
It's only loose change and nickels
Relax, my raps are about sex
Each syllable a kiss
 
I love my life, even though I know it's a bitch
I love my tags, even though I know they also fade
I love the chemistry there is between my pens
My accomplices, my confidants
I love the intermediate there is between life and death
I love the storm, and I'm in it, I know
How I got my first cassettes
I remember and I get sadder
Now my raps are Twister, get it?
 
"What are you here for? To say goodbye?"
Freddi, you lost again
Freddi, you lost again
You lost
 
Another loss, another wound
Welcome to the times of the depressed generation
With AIDS
Where everyone is torn to shreds
 
That thing, that you're OK, is bullshit
My surroundings give me claustrophobia
The more I inform myself I feel more paranoia
 
I intoxicate my lungs with the smoke of a nasty joint
I need love, I need drug, homie
I intoxicate my lungs with the smoke of a nasty joint
I need love, I need drug
 
Yo, yo, yo
 
The thorns nail me hard
I feel the pain
Sometimes the fakir also loses focus
Life is just a flagellum
The world is made out of ice
I don't share those good feelings anymore
I better freeze them
 
Find yourself one that uses grease in his hair, Consuelo
Love will have to wait 'cause I'm not carrying any money for a fleabag, whore
The rose I give you has more thorns than petals
They destroy your beautiful bubble
Romantic relationships with witches
 
Frightening disortions that push
To the worst decisions a human can get to make
Stimulating the suicidal
The syphilian tango
 
Cuts in the veins in your arms
Feel the pain by bits
The taste of the bad times I have
I pass
From my heart to the paper, in this case
 
In my days, the sun doesn't rise
Pennyless agony, cheap philosophy, pirated pornography and rock and roll
Pills mixed with a high amount of alcohol
I managed to forget for a moment, then the pain came back
Vomiting blood mixed with rum
I light a cigarette
And I continue living, nostalgically, the magic of the mud
 
Another loss, another wound
Welcome to the times of the depressed generation
With AIDS
Where everyone is torn to shreds
 
That thing, that you're OK, is bullshit
My surroundings give me claustrophobia
The more I inform myself I feel more paranoia
 
I intoxicate my lungs with the smoke of a nasty joint
I need love, I need drug, homie
I intoxicate my lungs with the smoke of a nasty joint
I need love, I need drug
 
I'm sorry, whore
No
I live by my mistake
Smoking cheap joints every day
And reading horror stories
Today, I don't want to see anyone
I lock myself up in my world
It's the closest I can get to living alone in the top of a mountain
 
To God I only plead that the world ends soon
That all the hatred of humans
Turns into fire
I met you when the sky weeped its lament
I knew you weren't for me
I didn't lie to myself, I just let the charm carry me
And so what if I'm wrong again?
Cries of horror could be heard when I started throttling you
To death
 
Now your absence turns me on
I was also imprisoned because of my insanity
That is progressing, my brains
Ultraviolence
The crime is already done
And there's no regret, whore
Not your hymen nor an arrow to my chest will put my feet on the ground
 
Today, I encourage suicide
That's the only solution
Drama commands
No doctor could heal me of this depression
More than problems with money, it's my relationship with people
Different damnation
I shit on your generation and on your whole family
 
I'm another living dead with his own psycho inner world
Are you happy because the winter's over?
You're gonna fear us
Because I'm never satisfied
I'm on a one-way trip
Satanic atmosphere, background tension, decorative skulls
 
The wind blows hard, it cut all the bridges
Earthquakes, hurricanes and tsunamis can understand me
Earthquakes, hurricanes and tsunamis can understand me
 
The language of the storm, syphilian
 
Syphilis Freddi, a suicide
That name, whore, I bet you won't forget
 
Syphilis Freddi, a suicide
That name, whore, I bet you won't forget
 
Syphilis Freddi, syphilis Freddi
 
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
 
Another loss, another wound
Welcome to the times of the depressed generation
With AIDS
Where everyone is torn to shreds
 
That thing, that you're OK, is bullshit
My surroundings give me claustrophobia
The more I inform myself I feel more paranoia
 
I intoxicate my lungs with the smoke of a nasty joint
I need love, I need drug, homie
I need love, I need drug, homie
 
I need love, I need drug
I need love, I need drug
 
Prrah
 
I need drug
 
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tanuki_substanuki_subs tarafından 2022-08-16 tarihinde eklendi.
Yazarın yorumları:

• I translated "fango" as "tar" even though it actually means "mud"
This was only because "mud" was used later on on the song (as "barro" in spanish, a synonym to "fango") and I thought it would look too plain if I used the same word to translate those two.

• "Pasta" is short for pasta base, which I translated as "crack" many times, but it actually means something else. Crack is a compound made out of cocaine cut with water/ammonia and sodium bicarbonate, while pasta base (also known as "bazuco") is the paste that is left after the making of cocaine powder. Both drugs have
a similar connotation regarding the socioeconomical class they are associated with in the countries where they are used (they are linked to poorer neighborhoods and a precarious lifestyle).

• I translated "son solo monedas de a peso" as "it's only loose change and nickels" despite the fact that it doesn't mean exactly the same ("monedas de a peso" means "one peso coins" which, in context, would mean something like "ten cent coins"). This was to preserve the meaning behind the lyrics without needing to explain further in the lyrics themselves.

• Every time I used "joint" I actually mean "porro", which is used to mean something different in Chile. A porro is a type of joint that you usually buy already rolled for a very cheap price, and that can be cut with anything, from neoprén (a type of glue) to pasta base. So, every time you see "joint", do consider it is a chilean porro.

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