Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Justice , by - Canserbero. Song from the album Vida, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.04.2016
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Justice , by - Canserbero. Song from the album Vida, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопNo Justice(original) |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| Qué injusto es escuchar mentiras siendo verdadero |
| O fallecer primero por tener menos dinero |
| Qué injusto es que pueda comer cuando quiero |
| Sabiendo que hay gente muriéndose de hambre en el mundo entero |
| Sí, hoy todos viven como si no fueran a morir |
| Y en vez de un porvenir procuran irse a divertir |
| Ya me desquicia la injusticia que hace sufrir |
| Pero aún así no ignoro las noticias antes de dormir |
| Yo estoy cansado de ver gente sufriendo el presente |
| Por problemas latentes, por un pasado inconsciente |
| Como injusta es la muerte cuando ataca de frente |
| Y sólo sufre el que queda, el que muere se irá por siempre |
| Injusto es ver que en hospitales mueran las personas |
| De enfermedades fatales o víctimas de pistolas |
| Es la injusticia de ver niñas perdidas en las drogas |
| O en ese mismo hospital y muertas porque alguien las viola |
| Madres solas que le echan bola a un futuro deciden |
| Sólo piden que la muerte no las castigue, y siguen |
| Cuando conciben y el olor a aborto las persigue |
| Es porque no pueden darle a sus chamos ni un techo de anime |
| Unos viven a diario y con mercenarios conviven |
| Y en el barrio sicarios siguen viviendo del crimen |
| Algunos no tienen idea de lo que aquí se vive |
| Y otros describen lo que saben o han visto en el cine |
| ¡Levanta el puño! |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| Estoy soñando despierto, buscando el sentido de esto |
| De por qué despertar cuando estoy durmiendo |
| Si durmiendo pienso y sueño que el mundo es perfecto |
| Pero cuando despierto veo que fue un sueño |
| Y es que soy sólo el dueño de este cuaderno y de un pedazo de infierno |
| Donde hay pequeños tiernos hambrientos pidiendo |
| O es que quizá somos muertos |
| Y los que ya no respiran viven inclusive alegres, pues no están sufriendo |
| Sí, no comprendo por qué doña Justicia no se aprieta la venda |
| Y enmienda la mierda que se ha hecho esta selva |
| Daría vida eterna a Robin Hood para que robara salud |
| A quien no la merezca y dé a quien no la tenga |
| Yo, córteme la lengua el que afirme que estoy mintiendo |
| Lance la primera piedra el que nunca haya estado sufriendo |
| Negando que inocentes están muriendo y policías están abusando |
| Mientras tanto el gobierno se está riendo |
| Observando el techo por la noche, ayer hablé con Dios |
| Le pregunté por qué lo injusto y no me respondió |
| «¿Por qué usted le dio tanto a unos cuantos y a otros tantos les dio poco?» |
| El tipo se hizo el loco y me dejó ahí solo, hablando con yo |
| Qué injusto es desperdiciar tu vida en monotonía |
| Mientras enfermos de SIDA pagarían por otro día |
| Qué injusto es ver a tantos poetas en esquinas |
| Con rimas y con talento mejor que el que está en la cima |
| Pasar páginas, (¡Ra!) rápido como eso se van lápidas |
| Puntos insignificantes somos en la inmensidad |
| Yo te hablo hoy, quizá mañana no recordarás |
| Pero mi pesar podría hacer resaltar una gota de mar |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I wanna know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people’s killin' while you’re sittin' |
| But you don’t do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let’s do something! |
| (translation) |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| How unfair it is to listen to lies while being true |
| Or die first for having less money |
| How unfair it is that I can eat when I want |
| Knowing that there are people starving all over the world |
| Yes, today everyone lives as if they were not going to die |
| And instead of a future they try to go and have fun |
| The injustice that makes me suffer already drives me crazy |
| But still I don't ignore the news before I sleep |
| I am tired of seeing people suffering in the present |
| For latent problems, for an unconscious past |
| How unfair is death when it attacks head-on |
| And only the one who remains suffers, the one who dies will be gone forever |
| It is unfair to see that people die in hospitals |
| Of fatal diseases or victims of guns |
| It is the injustice of seeing girls lost in drugs |
| Or in that same hospital and dead because someone raped them |
| Single mothers who think about a future decide |
| They only ask that death not punish them, and continue |
| When they conceive and the smell of abortion haunts them |
| It's because they can't even give their kids an anime roof |
| Some live daily and with mercenaries they coexist |
| And in the neighborhood hitmen continue to live off crime |
| Some have no idea what is happening here |
| And others describe what they know or have seen at the movies |
| Raise your fist! |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| I'm daydreaming, making sense of this |
| Of why wake up when I'm sleeping |
| If sleeping I think and dream that the world is perfect |
| But when I wake up I see it was a dream |
| And it is that I am only the owner of this notebook and a piece of hell |
| Where there are hungry little ones begging |
| Or maybe we are dead |
| And those who no longer breathe even live happily, because they are not suffering |
| Yes, I don't understand why Doña Justicia doesn't tighten her bandage |
| And make amends for the shit this jungle has done |
| I would give eternal life to Robin Hood to steal health |
| To those who do not deserve it and give to those who do not have it |
| Yo, cut my tongue whoever says I'm lying |
| Cast the first stone he who has never been suffering |
| Denying that innocents are dying and police are abusing |
| Meanwhile the government is laughing |
| Staring at the ceiling at night, yesterday I talked to God |
| I asked him why it was unfair and he didn't answer me |
| "Why did you give so much to a few and give so many others little?" |
| The guy pretended to be crazy and left me there alone, talking to me |
| How unfair it is to waste your life in monotony |
| While AIDS sufferers would pay for another day |
| How unfair it is to see so many poets on street corners |
| With rhymes and talent better than the one at the top |
| Turning pages, (Ra!) quick as that they go tombstones |
| Insignificant points we are in the immensity |
| I'm talking to you today, maybe tomorrow you won't remember |
| But my sorrow could bring out a drop of the sea |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
| There is no justice |
| And I want to know where the peace is |
| Hold this, people's killin' while you're sittin' |
| But you don't do nothin' |
| Forget about the money, put the gun down now |
| Fuck this! |
| Let's do something! |
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