Translation of the song lyrics Sr. Libro y Sr. Calle - Nach

Sr. Libro y Sr. Calle (original)

Sali al encuentro de los dos maestros que siempre tuve,
Si dictaban sus lecciones ahi estuve,
Octuve cum laudes, senti el fraude de la existencia
Y pude salir del paso aunque el ocaso casi arrazo mis virtudes.
La ciudad y las palabras me hablan
A todas horas, donde paran estas neuronas,
A solas con un libro, el me dio consejos,
Y la calle los reflejos para salvar el pellejo.
No dejo de sumergirme entre hojas y evadirme cuando el resto me harta,
Disciplina firme de este autodidacta,
Con obsesion enferma al rap me entrego,
Si no leo como voy a redactar exactas actas luego.
La conciencia tras mi frente dijo aprende
Por si el filo del destino prende el hilo del que mi rap vende,
No quiero ser un don nadie en esta vida,
Ir al baile y ver que la chica mas guapa ni me mira.
Leer me inspira, para mi es algo necesario,
Mientras niatos suean ser los mafias de su barrio,
Este es mi homenaje a la sabiduria de los siglos,
Enseanzas de un seor llamado libro.
(Nach)
Calles donde siempre paga quien falla,
Donde hay canallas dispuestos a todo por un par de rayas,
La paciencia estalla cuando nada es predecible
Y una simple discusion acaba en coma irreversible.
Muros como arte libre muestran que la acera es nuestra,
Estilo y protesta contra la opresion impuesta,
Abuso en forma de gendarme o de venenos que pudren la carne,
Dominarme nunca fue sencillo.
Otro dia mas, otro euro pa el bolsillo,
Castillos de ladrillo observando al pillo,
Ven el brillo en los ojos de un chiquillo inquieto,
Cuyo unico concepto del respeto es un cuchillo.
Yo gane el mio con mis actos cerrando tratos,
Legales o ilegales, no mas chivatos,
La traicion por deporte es un mal cronico
Y el ritual del sospechoso habitual andar de incognito.
Escuela de gastasuelas, la cautela impera pal que vende grifa,
Secuelas hacen ceniza al que esnifa,
Y quizas su objetivo sea concentrarte seor calle,
Siempre estara ahi para ensearte.
(All Day Green)
La concentracion ahi afuera y todos saben que la vida
Es mas dificil si no tienes escuela,
Dicen no tendras futuro.
que no ganaras tela,
Seor libro te propone que patees las aceras.
Chico listo en la calle ahora va pa donde quiera,
Seor calle le acoge como si su hijo fuera,
Nadie le dice nada conocido como orqueras,
El mas listo de su clase y en la calle es su escuela.

(translation)

I went out to meet the two teachers I always had,
If they dictated their lessons I was there,
Octove cum laudes, I felt the fraud of existence
And I was able to muddle through even though the sunset almost wiped out my virtues.
The city and the words speak to me
At all hours, where these neurons stop,
Alone with a book, he gave me advice,
And the street reflexes to save the skin.
I keep submerging myself among the leaves and evading myself when the rest fills me up,
Firm discipline of this autodidact,
With sick obsession to rap I give myself,
If I don't read, how am I going to write exact minutes later.
The conscience behind my forehead said learn
In case the edge of destiny catches the thread of the one that my rap sells,
I don't want to be a nobody in this life,
Go to the dance and see that the prettiest girl doesn't even look at me.
Reading inspires me, for me it is something necessary,
While children dream of being the gangsters of their neighborhood,
This is my tribute to the wisdom of the centuries,
Teachings of a man called a book.
(Nah)
Streets where the one who fails always pays,
Where there are scoundrels willing to do anything for a couple of lines,
Patience bursts when nothing is predictable
And a simple argument ends in an irreversible coma.
Walls as free art show that the sidewalk is ours,
Style and protest against imposed oppression,
Abuse in the form of gendarme or poisons that rot the flesh,
Mastering me was never easy.
Another day, another euro for the pocket,
Brick castles watching the rascal,
They see the sparkle in the eyes of a restless child,
Whose only concept of respect is a knife.
I earned mine with my actions closing deals,
Legal or illegal, no more sneaks,
Betrayal for sport is a chronic evil
And the ritual of the usual suspect going undercover.
School of gastasuelas, caution reigns pal who sells taps,
Sequels make ashes to the one who sniffs,
And maybe your goal is to concentrate Mr. Street,
He will always be there to teach you.
(All Day Green)
The concentration out there and everyone knows that life
It is more difficult if you do not have school,
They say you will have no future.
that you won't win fabric,
Mr. Book proposes that you kick the sidewalks.
Smart boy on the street now he goes wherever he wants,
Mr. Calle welcomes you as if he were his son,
Nobody tells him anything known as orqueras,
The smartest in his class and on the street is his school.