Translation of the song lyrics Makinarya - KOLATERAL, Cálix, BLKD

Makinarya (original)

Mga anak, salamat sa lahat
Lalo na sa pag-papatakbo ng alamat (pakagat)
Kontra droga ang pamagat
Kamaong naka-ngarat ang pabalat
Para sa kaayusan, para sa kaunlaran
Para sa kapayapaan, ano ba naman ang kamatayan?
(ng mga salot na lango)
Kayo nang bahala kung paano ang galaw
Matayog ang pangako, mababa ang tanaw
Tira lang ng tira 'gang walang matira
Bubusalan ang mga mag bibida
Bala ang batas, bala ang pitaka
Bala ang balitang di makilala
Ito’y digmaan, ito ang pasinaya
Mga anak, kayo ang makinarya!
At sa pag supil ng mga salot ng lipunan
Wag nang alalahanin ang kanilang karapatan
Ang aking salita ang siyang magiging armas
Ang aking salita ang siyang magiging batas
Aking mga anak, ipalaganap nyo ang utos ko
Wag kayo matakot na malunod sa dugo
Ang aking salita ang siyang magiging armas
Sa aking salita, walang makakaligtas
Mga bilin ni tatay, himayin
Isalin at ibatay sa mga sasaklawin
Ng bawat kagawaran, komisyon, at ahensya
Nang magka-alaman ng hatian ng ebidensya
Este pwersa
Gawing reso, gawing memo, gawing utos
Clearing operations na hanggang maubos
Anong punto, bulto-bulto lang ng puntos
May kita, este quota, at may panustos
Isasabuhay, mga salitang pumapaslang
Nakatago sa mata ng publiko ang makinarya ng pagtokhang
Sa pag putok ng bariles tutugisin ang mamayan
Di nila kailangan na malaman ang dahilan
Basta ba’t barilin nyo nalang
Adik, adik, basta nasa listahan automatic ay adik
Isinulat ng mga nagmamasid
Ignorante man o ganid
Importante ang pulis may target
Mabisang mata
Kapitbahay na binitawan na ang kanyang moralidad
Ginagamit na sila para ilag-lag
Ang kapwa sila-sila na nagtuturaan
Nag papalakas kay itay, kaya damihan nyong pumatay
Coordinate, bago ma-terminate, gawing baranggay ng bangkay
Droga ang kalaban, pero tiyakin ang baril sa tao nakatutok
Dobol Barrel, sa bawat patak ng dugo, kapalit ay piso
Isasabuhay, mga salitang pumapaslang
Nakatago sa mata ng publiko ang makinarya ng pagtokhang
Sa pag putok ng bariles tutugisin ang mamayan
Di nila kailangan na malaman ang dahilan
Basta ba’t barilin nyo nalang
Memorandum Circular
Hudiyat ng aming pag galaw
Hahalug-hugin ang bawat sulok
Kahit na mag-tago'y lilitaw
Kalyeng madilim, malagim, di pansin
Ng mga nasa listahan na sila’y papaslangin
Parte ng mga kotang tatapusin
Palengke man o burol
Bilyaran, sementeryo
Gamit ang matang nagmamasid
Markado na agad ang mga ulo
Si kap ay nasabihan na
Wala nang pwedeng umalma
Target napalibutan na
Mga baril naka kasa
Sir may posibleng saksi
Mga anak at kanyang misis
Ano nga ba protocol natin
Wala naman sila sa drug watch list?
Wag mo na intindihan yan
Trabaho mo’y gawin mo nalang
Di mo ikaka-asenso
Saka wala silang bilang
Pinasok na ang bahay at ginapos na lahat ng pwedeng witness
Mukha ng target ay nasa sahig (siya ba yan?), baril ang paglilitis
Pumapalag pa siya’t tinatanggi ang pagiging adik
Taintim na nag-mamakaawa
«Sir, di naman ako-»
My children, I am grateful to you
For keeping my legend alive
(for believing)
With the Drug War as my brand
And my label of a closed fist hand
In the name of order, in the name of progress
In the name of peace
Death is a small price to pay
(the death of vermin)
I’ll leave you to do the the dirty work
Of my grand promises and narrow vision
Shoot them all until no one is left
Silence anyone who complains
The bullet is the law, the bullet is the state budget
The bullet is the news no one will recognize
This is war, this is the spectacle
My children, you are the machine!
To rid us of society’s unwanted
Disabuse them all of their rights
My orders will be your weapons
My orders will be the law
My children, spread my word far and wide
Do not be afraid to drown in blood
My orders will be your weapons
With my orders, no one is safe
We have to make sense of Father’s orders
Translate and apply it for all citizens
For the departments, commissions, and agencies
To determine the division of evidence
Sorry, I mean, force
We’ll churn out resolutions, memorandums, and marching orders
Clearing operations until they’re all dead
Each victim adds to our body count
To meet profits, I mean quotas, and bribes
To enforce the order to kill
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public’s eye
Keep the people in the cross hairs
They won’t need a reason
If you shoot them down
Addict, addict, if they’re on the list
They’re automatically addicts
Put there by watchful eyes
That could be ignorant or greedy
As long as the police have their targets
The ever watchful eyes
Of neighbors that gave up their humanity
Are cogs and gears
As they snitch on each other
To please our Father, deliver the dead in numbers
Coordinate before we terminate
Fill the neighborhoods with bodies
Drugs are the enemy but set your sights on the people
Double Barrel, every drop of blood has a price
To enforce the order to kill
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public’s eye
Keep the people in the cross hairs
They won’t need a reason
If you shoot them down
To enforce the order to kill
The Memorandum Circular
Is the cue to our operations
To sweep through street corners
And surface anyone suspicious
Dark and doomed alleyways keep their secrets
Everyone on the list will get their due
As part of quotas to complete
From the marketplace to the wake
From pool halls to the cemetery
With the help of watchful eyes
All targets are marked
Captain has been notified
No one can object
The target is surrounded
And guns at the ready
«Sir, there are possible witnesses
His wife and children are on the scene
What is our protocol
If they aren’t on the drug watch list?»
Don’t worry about that
Just focus on doing your job
It won’t do you any good
And they don’t matter in the long run
Burst through the door and tie up all the witnesses
The perp’s face is on the floor (is that him?)
This bullet will be his judgement
He’s fighting back, claiming that he’s innocent
He’s begging for his life
«Sir, I’m not an addict--»

Makinarya (translation)

Children, thank you for everything
Especially when running a legend (bite)
The title is anti drugs
The cover is fisted
For order, for prosperity
For peace, what is death?
(of drunken plagues)
It's up to you how the movement is
The promise is high, the vision is low
It's just leftovers when there are no leftovers
The stars will be gagged
Bullet the law, bullet the wallet
The news is unknown
This is war, this is the beginning
Children, you are the machinery!
And in the suppression of the plagues of society
Don't worry about their rights
My word will be the weapon
My word will be the law
My children, spread my command
Don't be afraid to drown in blood
My word will be the weapon
In my word, no one will survive
Father's instructions, himayin
Translate and base on what will be covered
Of every department, commission, and agency
When part of the evidence is known
These forces
Make a reso, make a memo, make an order
Clearing operations until sold out
What a point, just a bunch of points
There is income, este quota, and there is supply
To be lived, words that kill
The gambling machinery is hidden from the public eye
With the firing of the barrel, the people will be chased
They don't need to know the reason
Just shoot it
Addicted, addicted, as long as it's on the list, it's automatically an addiction
Written by observers
Either ignorant or savage
It is important that the police have a target
Effective eyes
Neighbor who has given up his morality
They are already used to hang around
The two of them who teach
Father is getting stronger, that's why you kill a lot
Coordinate, before termination, turn the corpse into a barangay
Drugs are the enemy, but make sure the gun is aimed at the person
Dobol Barrel, for every drop of blood, in exchange is a peso
To be lived, words that kill
The gambling machinery is hidden from the public eye
With the firing of the barrel, the people will be chased
They don't need to know the reason
Just shoot it
Memorandum Circular
Sign of our movement
Every corner will be explored
Even if it hides it will appear
Street is dark, scary, not paying attention
Of those on the list they will be killed
Part of the quotas to be completed
Whether it's a market or a hill
Billiards, cemetery
With the observing eye
Heads are marked immediately
Kap has been told
Nothing can calm down
Target surrounded
Guns on the case
Sir there is a possible witness
Children and his wife
What exactly is our protocol?
Aren't they on the drug watch list?
Do not understand that
Do your job
You will not be promoted
Then they have no number
The house was entered and all possible witnesses were tied up
The target's face is on the floor (is that him?), the trial gun
He is still sober and denies being an addict
Sincerely begging
«Sir, I'm not-»
My children, I am grateful to you
For keeping my legend alive
(for believing)
With the Drug War as my brand
And my label of a closed fist hand
In the name of order, in the name of progress
In the name of peace
Death is a small price to pay
(the death of vermin)
I'll leave you to do the dirty work
Of my grand promises and narrow vision
Shoot them all until no one is left
Silence anyone who complains
The bullet is the law, the bullet is the state budget
The bullet is the news no one will recognize
This is war, this is the spectacle
My children, you are the machine!
To rid us of society's unwanted
Disabuse them all of their rights
My orders will be your weapons
My orders will be the law
My children, spread my word far and wide
Do not be afraid to drown in blood
My orders will be your weapons
With my orders, no one is safe
We have to make sense of Father's orders
Translate and apply it for all citizens
For the departments, commissions, and agencies
To determine the division of evidence
Sorry, I mean, force
We'll churn out resolutions, memorandums, and marching orders
Clearing operations until they're all dead
Each victim adds to our body count
To meet profits, I mean quotas, and bribes
To enforce the order to kill
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public's eye
Keep the people in the cross hairs
They won't need a reason
If you shoot them down
Addict, addict, if they're on the list
They're automatically addicts
Put there by watchful eyes
That could be ignorant or greedy
As long as the police have their targets
The ever watchful eyes
Of neighbors that gave up their humanity
Are cogs and gears
As they snitch on each other
To please our Father, deliver the dead in numbers
Coordinate before we terminate
Fill the neighborhoods with bodies
Drugs are the enemy but set your sights on the people
Double Barrel, every drop of blood has a price
To enforce the order to kill
Hide the machinery of Tokhang from the public's eye
Keep the people in the cross hairs
They won't need a reason
If you shoot them down
To enforce the order to kill
The Memorandum Circular
Is the cue to our operations
To sweep through street corners
And surface anyone suspicious
Dark and doomed alleyways keep their secrets
Everyone on the list will get their due
As part of quotas to complete
From the marketplace to the wake
From pool halls to the cemetery
With the help of watchful eyes
All targets are marked
Captain has been notified
No one can object
The target is surrounded
And guns at the ready
« Sir, there are possible witnesses
His wife and children are on the scene
What is our protocol
If they aren't on the drug watch list?»
Don't worry about that
Just focus on doing your job
It won't do you any good
And they don't matter in the long run
Burst through the door and tie up all the witnesses
The perp's face is on the floor (is that him?)
This bullet will be his judgment
He's fighting back, claiming that he's innocent
He's begging for his life
«Sir, I'm not an addict--»