Translation of the song lyrics Art Killer - Nach

Art Killer (original)

Yeah!
Yeah, yeah
NYC in the building
Nach and José James
¡Ah!
Esto va por todos los francotiradores del arte
Art Killer
Todo aquellos que nos disparan por la espalda, ¡ah!
Art Killer, te mira desde su desfile militar
No le suele importar que tú respires
Su ascenso se escribe con nuestro declive
¿Qué más le das?
Mientras sonríe desde un yate en el Caribe
Te seca el corazón, para que pienses en cifras y en cuentas
Te pone vendas, que tapen las cosas que sientas
Intenta que dependas de lo que compres o vendas
Se inventa deudas, no quiere que comprendas más
Art Killer, le escupe a la belleza
Él llena su bolsillo y te vacía la cabeza
Construye fortalezas de hormigón, arranca la maleza
Mientras bosteza ante el amor, la gentileza
Tú eres otra pieza de su puzzle monetario
Un mercenario que se aturde ante su spot publicitario
Adversario del conocimiento, porque no se compra
Francotirador del arte escondido en la sombra
From darkness (Desde la oscuridad)
A dream will rise
To spark a fire into the night
We raise our voices (Nuestras voces)
Stand together to bring tomorrow’s life
Art Killer, te educa para el beneficio
Sólo es un ogro ficticio
Le saca de quicio cada reflexión
Sufre aversión por la ternura
Odia la revolución que empieza en una partitura
Él te tortura con la estricta pesadez de un tic-tac
Tu mente adicta a una pantalla, a un Big-Mac
Mientras nos dicta como acumular basura
Odia la revolución que empieza con una escultura (¡oh!)
Art Killer, te adoctrina en el colegio
Te enseña a jugar sucio, a ver que todo tiene un precio
El acto gratuito no es rentable y lo censura
Odia la revolución que empieza con cada pintura
Deja viuda a la imaginación, fusila cada fantasía
En tus manos ve ganancia y mercancía
Art Killer no se fía del poder de la cultura
Odia la revolución que empieza en la literatura
From darkness a dream will rise (Un sueño)
To spark a fire into the night (Un fuego)
We raise our voices
Stand together to bring tomorrow’s life (Ya llegó la luz)
And love (Only love) will show the way (Show the way)
To know (So we know) a brighter day (We gonna build it today)
We all can build together (We get together) (¡Juntos!)
Hand in hand let’s make it better
¿Qué sería de mí sin las películas Hitchcock?
¿Sin la magia en discos de George Clinton o Jill Scott?
¿Qué sería de mí sin Orson Welles y Ciudadano Kane?
¿Qué sería de mí sin Prince y sin su «Purple Rain»?
¿Qué sería de mí sin Mozart, sin su «Requiem»?
¿Qué sería sin Julio Verne, sin Dickens, sin Tolkien?
¿Qué sería sin Vivaldi y sus «Cuatro Estaciones»?
¿Sin los colores de Van Gogh pintando girasoles?
From darkness (¡yeah!) a dream will rise (Ah)
To spark a fire into the night (Encender una llama)
We raise our voices (Alzando nuestra voz)
Stand together to bring tomorrow’s life

(translation)

yeah!
yeah yeah
NYC in the building
Nach and José James
oh!
This goes out to all art snipers
Art Killer
All those who shoot us in the back, ah!
Art Killer, looks at you from his military parade
He doesn't usually care if you breathe
His rise of him is written with our decline
What else do you give him?
While smiling from a yacht in the Caribbean
It dries your heart, so that you think in figures and accounts
He puts bandages on you, that covers the things you feel
Try to make you depend on what you buy or sell
He invents debts, he doesn't want you to understand more
Art killer, spit on the beauty
He fills his pocket with it and empties your head
He builds concrete fortresses, pulls out the weeds
While yawning at love, gentleness
You are another piece of their monetary puzzle
A mercenary who gets stunned by his advertising spot
Adversary of knowledge, because it is not bought
Shadow art sniper
From darkness
A dream will rise
To spark a fire into the night
We raise our voices
Stand together to bring tomorrow's life
Art Killer, educate you for the benefit
It's just a fictional ogre
Every reflection drives him crazy
Suffers aversion to cuteness
Hates the revolution that starts on a sheet music
He tortures you with the strict heaviness of a tick-tock
Your mind addicted to a screen, to a Big-Mac
While he tells us how to accumulate garbage
Hates the revolution that starts with a sculpture (oh!)
Art Killer, indoctrinate you at school
It teaches you to play dirty, to see that everything has a price
The free act is not profitable and censors it
Hates the revolution that starts with every painting
Widow the imagination, shoot every fantasy
In your hands sees profit and merchandise
Art Killer doesn't trust the power of culture
He hates the revolution that begins in literature
From darkness to dream will rise
To spark a fire into the night
We raise our voices
Stand together to bring tomorrow's life
And love (Only love) will show the way (Show the way)
To know (So we know) a brighter day (We gonna build it today)
We all can build together (We get together)
Hand in hand let's make it better
What would I be without the Hitchcock movies?
Without the magic on records of George Clinton or Jill Scott?
Where would I be without Orson Welles and Citizen Kane?
What would become of me without Prince and without his “Purple Rain” from him?
What would become of me without Mozart, without his "Requiem" of him?
What would it be without Jules Verne, without Dickens, without Tolkien?
What would Vivaldi and his "Four Seasons" be without him?
Without the colors of Van Gogh painting sunflowers?
From darkness (yeah!) to dream will rise (Ah)
To spark a fire into the night
We raise our voices
Stand together to bring tomorrow's life