Lyrics of Nadie Se Atreve - Cultura Profética

Nadie Se Atreve (original)

No se por que nadie se atreve
Dime por que nadie se atreve ya
A hacer lo que les llene… aca
Nadie se atreve ya
Y no se por que nadie se atreve
Dime por que nadie se atreve ya
A hacer algo decente, algo de musica…
Y tu que crees
Que es lo que esperabas de mi escuchar?
No soy de esa gente que canta y no piensa, ni siente, ni ve, no
Yo lo se hacer me se expresa, la musa es mi razon de ser
Solo se crear a mis sentidos fiel, nada comercial
(Coro)
Aunque hay
Hay una escena;
hay una escena
Que no come cuento con la mierda comercial
Y no basa su musa en venderte nooooooo
Solo en expresar sin miedo a opinar de lo que pasa y lo que tiene
Que cambiar.
Que cree en el arte puro y se mantiene real
(coro)
Pue por que hay tanto pop, lolly pop, pop corn…
Pop tu camisa, pop tu pantalon
El pop azucarado, pop rosita en un helado
Hay tanto pop que he vomitado pop
Y esnap cracker pop, je!
que imaginacion (corta!)
Con tanto imagen y la mente ya no importa
Y quien soporta, no se?
Es solo el que se pasa tó el dia sentao viendo en la T. V
Tanto pop, lolly pop, pop corn
Pop tu camisa, pop tu pantalón
El pop un engaño, pop realmente me hace daño
Hay tanto pop que me vomito pop, pop volcón pop
No mezcla con (hip hop) ni con reagge, ni con jazz, ni con soul
Yo no me tiro de ese lado, el pop a mi me suena empaquetado!
(its real, its real) ah ah ah ah ah
Hace falta musica!
Hace falta musica real !
Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh
Saba dep oh ah oh ah ah ah oh …
Porque ya nadie quiere ser, nadie quiere decir
Generalizar no es bueno pero ya no aguanto este sentir
Que haya tanta musica buena y lo que se escucha diario no
No vale la pena, no vale la pena y que eso se venda
A mi me da verguenza ajena
Que la musica real tenga que JODERSE y sudar!
Mientras los que posan y solo posan se la guillan de derrochar
Pa presumir y aparentar
Hace falta musica real (its real!)
Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh
Saba dep… oh ah oh ah ah ah oh … (x2)
(Coro)
No se por que nadie se atreve
Dime por que nadie se atreve ya
A hacer lo que les llene… aca
Nadie se atreve ya
Y no se por que nadie se atreve
Dime por que nadie quiere ya
Hacer algo decente, algo de musica…
(en vivo)
Si tu te cres que es broma pues coge toma
Ando empuñando mi boligrafo en esta zona
Y si te asomas ya veras como hay de sobra
Canciones y obras
Que valen mas que lo que cobran
Y mas vale que entiendas y aprendas a
No apoyar tu seguridad en tus prendas
Por que si todo lo pierdes entonces con que te quedas
Si todo lo que tienes es un solo adorno que pena!
De veras que
Triste suena como condena, que te base en la vida es solo mierda material
Nada especial se puede comprar
Y como dice el principito: «lo esencial es invisible a los ojos»
Por eso canto un coro, como despojo tratando de sacarme todo
Eso a lo que estamos acostumbrados a ser fichas del ajedrez ciudadano

(translation)

I don't know why no one dares
Tell me why no one dares anymore
To do what fills them... here
no one dares anymore
And I don't know why nobody dares
Tell me why no one dares anymore
To do something decent, some music…
And what do you think
What do you expect from me to hear?
I'm not one of those people who sings and doesn't think, or feel, or see, no
I know how to do it, I express myself, the muse is my reason for being
I only know how to create my true senses, nothing commercial
(Chorus)
Although there are
There is a scene;
there is a scene
Who doesn't eat I count on the commercial shit
And he doesn't base his muse on selling you nooooooo
Only in expressing without fear of giving an opinion about what is happening and what you have
What to change.
Who believes in pure art and keeps it real
(chorus)
Well, why is there so much pop, lolly pop, pop corn...
Pop your shirt, pop your pants
The sugar pop, pink pop in an ice cream
There's so much pop that I've thrown up pop
And esnap cracker pop, heh!
what an imagination (short!)
With so much image and the mind no longer matters
And who supports, I don't know?
It's just the one who spends the whole day sitting down watching T. V
So much pop, lolly pop, pop corn
Pop your shirt, pop your pants
Pop a hoax, pop really hurt me
There is so much pop that I throw up pop, pop volcano pop
It does not mix with (hip hop) nor with reggae, nor with jazz, nor with soul
I don't throw myself on that side, pop sounds packaged to me!
(its real, its real) ah ah ah ah
Music is needed!
Real music is needed!
Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh
Saba dep oh ah oh ah ah ah oh…
Because no one wants to be anymore, no one wants to say
Generalizing is not good but I can't stand this feeling anymore
That there is so much good music and what is heard daily is not
It's not worth it, it's not worth it and let that be sold
I am embarrassed
Let real music have to FUCK and sweat!
While those who pose and only pose are guilty of wasting
To show off and pretend
It takes real music (its real!)
Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh
Saba dep… oh ah oh ah ah oh… (x2)
(Chorus)
I don't know why no one dares
Tell me why no one dares anymore
To do what fills them... here
no one dares anymore
And I don't know why nobody dares
Tell me why nobody wants anymore
Do something decent, some music…
(Live)
If you think it's a joke then take take
I'm holding my pen in this area
And if you look out you'll see how there's plenty
Songs and works
That they are worth more than what they charge
And you better understand and learn to
Do not support your safety in your garments
Because if you lose everything, then what are you left with?
If all you have is a single ornament, what a shame!
really that
Sad sounds like condemnation, being grounded in life is just material shit
Nothing special can be bought
And as the little prince says: “what is essential is invisible to the eye”
That's why I sing a chorus, as I dispossess trying to get everything out of me
That to which we are used to being citizen chess pieces