Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Justice, artist - Canserbero. Album song Vida, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Song language: Spanish
No 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! |