Translation of the song lyrics Salvación - Dano, Emelvi

Salvación (original)

Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Tell him to save you…
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Tell him to save you…
La peña está pa' atrás como pantacas de Kriss Kross
O la gorra de Stallone en la peli del camión
Se creen que esto es to' simple como mi último Black Ops
Se creen que el que dirige es sólo un músico cabrón
Yo miré bajo la esfinge y sólo vi un niño mayor
Producto de valores que aún están en pie… yeah
¡Nacido en los ochenta!
¿Quién coño quiere
Ser un puto Goonie cuando puedes ser del Clan del Pie?
Tanta violencia adquirida ya no se cura
Y nos reíamos de los hippies que la censuran
¿Cuantas visitas a jefatura pa' hablar contigo?
Yo quería hablar con Dios pero no había cobertura
Aún pienso en esas niñas del cole y se pone dura
… la vida, la cuesta, la olla y sus comeduras
Si tocas las paredes, aprendes de sus texturas
Por eso toco todo en la vida… pa' lo que dura
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God…
Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención
Quizá él tenga la salvación si va silbando está canción…
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God…
Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención
Quizá él tenga la salvación—
La peña está pa' atrás como el guión de Irreversible
O el enano de Twin Peaks tras las cortinas invisibles…
Se creen que es simple por llamarse hipersensibles
¡no sintieron el rifle ni el golpe de la extensible!
Discusiones en silencio
Personajes ficticios son ecos en tu cerebro
Son héroes en un tebeo de ciegos con alter-egos
Daltónicos arco iris;
película en blanco y negro
El Año Pasado en Marienbad
Vuelvo para verte a ti y a nadie más
Reconstruyo la escena del crimen con tus lágrimas
Y escribo cartas para enviártelas cuando descanse en paz
Por siempre en un puto pasado de mármol
Y los puños del fénix marcados en el árbol
¿Pretendes ser feliz sólo por tener algo?
Coloco el Corpus Christi entre tus labios, rezando…
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God…
Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención
Quizá él tenga la salvación si va silbando está canción…
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Ay, you believe in God…
Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención
Quizá él tenga la salvación si va silbando está canción…
Si no creyera en la balanza
En la razón del equilibrio
Si no creyera en mi sonido
Si no creyera en la esperanza
Si no creyera en lo que agencio
Si no creyera en mi camino…

Salvación (translation)

Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Tell him to save you…
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Tell him to save you…
The rock is backwards like pantacas from Kriss Kross
Or Stallone's cap in the truck movie
They think this is to' simple like my last Black Ops
They think that the one who directs is just a bastard musician
I looked under the sphinx and I only saw an older boy
Product of values ​​that are still standing… yeah
Born in the eighties!
who the fuck wants
To be a fucking Goonie when you can be Foot Clan?
So much acquired violence is no longer cured
And we laughed at the hippies who censor it
How many visits to headquarters to talk to you?
I wanted to talk to God but there was no coverage
I still think about those girls at school and it gets hard
… life, the slope, the pot and its comeduras
If you touch the walls, you learn from their textures
That's why I play everything in life... for what lasts
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, you believe in God…
You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention
Maybe he will be saved if he whistles this song...
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, you believe in God…
You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention
Maybe he has salvation—
The rock is backwards like the script of Irreversible
Or the Twin Peaks dwarf behind the invisible curtains…
They think it's simple to call themselves hypersensitive
they did not feel the rifle or the blow of the extendable!
silent discussions
Fictional characters are echoes in your brain
They are heroes in a blind man's comic with alter-egos
colorblind rainbow;
black and white film
Last Year in Marienbad
I come back to see you and no one else
I rebuild the crime scene with your tears
And I write letters to send to you when I rest in peace
Forever in a fucking marble past
And the fists of the phoenix marked on the tree
Do you pretend to be happy just by having something?
I place Corpus Christi between your lips, praying...
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, you believe in God…
You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention
Maybe he will be saved if he whistles this song...
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, do you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Oh, you believe in God…
You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention
Maybe he will be saved if he whistles this song...
If he didn't believe in the balance
In the reason of balance
If I didn't believe in my sound
If I didn't believe in hope
If I didn't believe in what I agency
If I didn't believe in my way...