A translation from cancerberos’ album ‘Life’

what about happiness?

A translation of the slain Venezuelan rapper Cancerbero’s album ‘Life’

life

Pleased to meet you

hammers and wheels

acknowledge

Tropical Terrain

There’s a need to dream before the need to succeed

a need to dream

Americans

thinking of you

injustice

join us

losing faith

who are you?

silent treatment

wedding dream

keep it discrete

vroom (prod. breezo)

Friday night

finding a feeling to heal

If my boat get any heavier I’m seeking the the reef

Never let me go

#bodied

This isn't even 10 percent of my rhyme collection

la muerte

a day in the hood

K-OTIC

It’s epic

Shadow of death

Stone World

Working my passion

Jeremiah 17:5

Benito is running with Fernando He’s 18 and already super brave 
With a long brush he combs his hair in the bando, 
In denial to the fact that this lifestyle by death has been paved, 
Fernando is the one who through the hood moves commando, 
His product sells like hot bread to the nutrition depraved, 
And tonight they head to the hood where a rival gang awaits cashflow, 
To pay off a couple of balances that have yet to been waived, 
Windows Dark , Conscience Dark, Night is Dark, 
Benito Aims at a rival with an attitude grave, 
Clear cut demands , to leave the balance in a neutralized mark, 
They jammed 2 bullets into the rival’s brain 
 
And the blood, rained, rained, rained 
And the peace, scattered, scattered, scattered, And the blood, rained, rained, rained, 
And the peace, scattered, scattered, scattered, 
 
Fernando tells Benito: “I love you my bro” and like a gentleman threw him some dough, and to the ghetto they rode to celebrate that there’s no longer competition afloat,  
But still, the threat of revenge, lurked where he laid, 
“My God, take care of Benito”, The mother desperately prayed Every time she saw on her clock that the hour was late, 
“The streets are on fire” the O.G’s would say when they heard of blood, 
Jacket with hoodie, 10:05 PM 
Left hand in the pocket, and the right had a ring and a grip on a blunt, 
The silence is audible, Benito starts moving, 
He notes the day is plain, but doesn’t suspect destiny winking, 
“I’m the boss here, and in this hood the boss runs everything!” 
Benito thought before seeing the drive by shooting in an instant he saw his life flash before his eyes When he saw that from a car they we’re firing shots 
The vision is dark, The blood is dark, the night is dark, 
Jumping from roof to roof, escaping death, 
His white jacket stained by the color red, sweat running all throughout his forehead, and the bullets, rained, rained, rained, 
and the peace, scattered, scattered, scattered, 
And the bullets, rained rained, rained and the peace scattered, scattered, scattered, 
 
Benito is riding solo, he’s 23 years old and is absent minded, 
Typical for protagonists in the stories of the ghettos, with a single difference behind him 
what makes him distinct from Pedro Navaja makes Tony Montana seem different, 
Benito is going to end the chapter without being a subject 
His exit won’t be from death, no 
But on a dark date, he recieves dark news, 
An urgent telephone call, 
And in clear fashion, he hears an agitated voice, From Fernando saying the following, 
“they arrived without masks at around 8:00 PM” 
Your mother in the shower heard them topple the door and tried with all that she could, to escape, everything happened so quickly 
the neighbors said they hit her with 29 bullets and the tears, rained, rained, rained, 
and the peace, scattered, scattered, scattered, and the tears, rained, rained, rained, 
and the peace scattered, scattered, scattered, 
This is only another story of what is happening in the latin ghettos, The evil don’t deserve any respect, like the one who attains happiness, that’s who’s more of a gangster, 
Benito is riding solo, 
and although no one he knew is no longer alive, nobody gave him death, 
he’s but a ghost roaming the crevices of the ghetto, 
Benito is no more than a walking dead, 
Think it over well, if you want to gangbang, brother, because if you want to leave later on, 
You won’t many options to choose, which, which are they? Die or suffer, 
Pedro Navaja was taken by death, 
Juan Alimaña is held captive 
And the one who lives by the gun, dies by the gun, beware, that’s why I put my money on happiness, all we need is love, no more no less. 


 
 
 
 
 
 


It Rained

today I walked upon dirt, I went to visit her, 
With my headphones on, I walked amongst tombstones, and I realized that life on earth is so fast, 
although I may have declared it before, 
I hanker to remenisce as I walk by this material shore, the same way you remenisce over a story that shouldn’t be told anymore, But you listen to a voice that tells you, shout it once more, 
It asks of you, “please, narrate it to your friends and family.” 
The reason for who I am, is a story that manifests casually in many lives, one that people long to express with your gift, and that’s just speaking factually, 
thats why you should serve as a connection, that’s what singers are for, 
actually, 
they sing to touch the hearts of people naturally, the story that we speak of goes like this: 
There’s a child in Venezuela that grew up like whoever, 
Playing in the streets, and sidewalks without much preoccupation, Its easy for children, they find play in whatever, 
Without thinking that the outside world was created for the lions, 
Laughing passing time, playing forgetting hunger, 
Seeing how his two parents are those of the responsible population, 
They don’t fight, they hug each other, spending time with their son, Practicing communication, they tell each other phrases of love, 
 
There’s a dude in Venezuela who little by little gets it enough, 
To realize that life is different and could be better, 
The child, that has already grown up, by destiny’s pleasures, 
Took on many paths, he lives only by attached measures, 
Dreaming of nothing, not even in his sleep does he trust in his friends, 
Because he knows this path was created to reach a lions den, 
And with an armor he goes. goes, goes, and black and white, is all he knows, knows, knows, 
In a mirror one day i saw him and he told me with his voice, BOO! Hows it like to see me? 
and with an armor he goes, goes, goes, 
and black and white is all he knows, knows, knows, 
The child is an adolescent, living solely with his father, because his mother has already left them, they say, for a better place, His father works hard, but, while he’s absent, 
The street, serves him as a tutor, though it’s ardent 
He should mature early, He knows that his brother died, 
And, although they haven’t asked, its caused him a great deal of pain, 
There’s a man in Venezuela that little by little gets it enough, 
That life is different and could be better although it is tough, 
And now he’s just one more adult, living in between the coolness of his memories, 
He sees his days like pages of a book, without ending, but looks to end it today, 
Like when you read the ending story without having read it at all, 
But you feel that it should be finished already, 
His heart tells him that life is asphyxiating, 
He locks himself in his room, 
To write , to feel that he’s no longer here, and with an armor he goes, goes, goes, 
and black and white is all he knows, knows, knows, 
In a mirror I saw him one day and he told me with his voice, Boo! how is it to see me? 
There’s a dude in Venezuela that would like to die peacefully, 
He plans to shoot himself in an ATM cubicle, 
Until a blind man told him that life is a flux, 
All it takes a shift in perspective for it to improve for you, 
The blind man changed his mind, inspiring him to write more about life, 
Formulate a solution for every wound and situation, 
A poet from Venezuela sings with his chin up, 
What reason tells him and whats dictated from the heart, 
In fact, lies usually provoke in him a feeling of rage, 
A feeling that he can’t completely detach himself from, 
There’s a dude in Venezuela that, although they say what they say, is real like anybody that feels intimacy and love, and today I went to visit him, 
Walking upon dirt, 
and I realized that life on earth is so fast, 
Soon i’ll have to accompany him, meanwhile I go, 
to accomplish the mission that I have at hand, yeah, and with a smile he goes.
 
 


And a mirror I saw

Where are my sick motherfuckers? 
Everybody here put your hands up, look, 
 
(Chorus) 
This right here you dance by jumping! 
This shit is danced by jumping! 
This is for you to protest while jumping! 
This is for you to pro- (pa!) 
This is for you to pro- (pa!) 
This shit is danced by jumping 
This is for you to listen while jumping 
This for you to protest while jumping This is for you to pro - (pa!) 
 
Verse 1 
this rap stuff i’ve been in for a while, 
and I’ve learned by things I’ve seen vividly, that I’m my worst enemy, 
I don’t do beef, it’s about K-OTIC versus me, Although of course, 
There’s many who want my spot, 
If I tell you what I’ve seen, since the last time I dreamed, You’d think that, I have all the reason, and it’s no wonder, 
in this dream I found myself seeing, 
A man, who, a price for my soul, was offering, 
He was seeking answers, asking me if I needed money, 
Jewelry, the latest cars, or the women, 
And everything that one would want under the sun, 
But I waited, I told him with a simple gesture, humbly, 
I know that this is just a dream 
Because I don’t tend to negociate over cigars, 
 
Waking immediately, I started to analyze the dream, on my bed, 
I brought out conclusions, analyzing my visions, 
But I’ve proposed to myself, that I don’t want any donations, 
Possibilities and bread I’ve earned through dedication, 
Unstoppable K, just like the God of anticipation 
Cronos if you want to see how, take a seat and witness a demonstration, 
From the nation of those without vibration, and from this planet of ours 
They Want my final hour to come without deviation 
but my moment is now,and it’ll be for a while and while theres dancing ill continue until my heart beat no longer growls out 
the proposed expertise of these masterful texts 
transcribed in these verses, I think, therefore I exist, 
I converse, therefore I attain bliss, with ideas that cast light amongst the shade provided  by many minds, amongst the darkness that is present, 
like the bread amongst the famine, 
that precedes death, like the plague, a vaccine that counteracts it like greek does to Latin, 
 
the hour has come to see who’s really got sense this is judgement hour, ladies and gents 
there’s is no tomorrow and yesterday came and went 
the apocalypse of music without soul, without rage, 
without anything, 
has commenced, 
 
[Verso 2] 
there’s loads of rhymes in free fall, 
 
some that see me now, don’t recognize me at all, but not because I changed, but because everybody switched up their flaws, 
When they saw, 
what im accomplishing against the odds, 
what I’ve overcome with talent raw, 
they’ve surrounded me with so much envy that it overflowed like waterfalls, 
Envy occulted, like when you reach into your drawers to masterbate, 
 
You’re holy mother and those who went to eat from the fruit of their moment, 
surely forgot who planted the omen, in the vegetable patch, 
they relate to vultures with skeletons whores in cabarets 
vultures for the meat and agents for the ways Me, I’ll be a rebel but with a cause and enter into the belly of a shark, like a scorpion 
gnawing inside, revenge of the last damn poet, 
words that I haven’t written 
save their time in my  mind for a bit, 
to see the the sun shine and put in their place, 
so many lies that occupy the spots that don’t coincide, 
I forgot to forget, the verdict is here, theres no future in my eyes, 
a step forward, those who rely On the belief that their life doesn’t need to be revived, 
give your excuses to the the jury of wild lions ravenous with appetite for blood 
and rage from so many humiliations 
this is the dictatorship of real rap innovation, those who don’t serve, 
throw them from the balcony without hesitation, did I stutter? 
they’d invade the state when given their way, and laugh. 
now, well, let them learn their lesson 
I’d be lying if I said that I lie, sorry but I can’t sincerely apologize.

Judgement hour

if it weren’t for those times that I commit
the great barbarity to start to think
or for those other times that I commit the great stupidity to not forget
to meditate staring at the ceiling as I wake, to imagine whatever,
if it weren’t for those times that on the floor breathing, I could’ve sworn,
that it’s you I don’t remember,
and the worst thing is that about you I don’t know much,
I could’ve remembered who you are,  in case you’ve grown out of touch,
and the worst thing is that about you I know so much
that I could lead intensive classes about how it is that you trust,
that’s why I almost know when you got me on your mind,
that’s why I believe I know when you’ve left me behind,
and I know with me you’d like to get by simply blinking,
leave out the clocks in our lives
but science hasn’t been able to prevent ticking
continuously creating those machines of time,
that’s why I believe that in result, our destiny Is a little ,well , screwed,
To go back to the days when your body was glued to me nude, transforming into a river,
letting go subsequent orgasms slowly renewed,
from a reserve, they’d spring one after the other ensued,
until a cigarette provided an expiration date, 
It’s makavelian to meditate alone where you experienced everything with your mate,
Like a voice that tells you that  the stars can’t be occulted by a finger
it’s makevelian to meditate alone where your memory with her lingers,
like a voice that tells you that the stars can’t be occulted by a finger,
I only write sad verses,
you’ve converted me into something pathetic
I reread what you worded,
when we were happy,
but now that happiness is inauthentic
and what felt like butterflies I know today are slippery worms,
I’m in a phase that drop by drop,
my mental periphery yearns,
days pass by and barely have you learned,
Routine is inevitable, your bad attitude, rarely my concern,
and you appear as a nobody with whatever clothes,
but I swear to you
I’m fed up!
today I will begin to escape from my room!
I’m fed up !
today I only want to think of things that’ll make the laughter in me bloom
yeah! that’ll make me be happy
I want to stop looking at the shabby grey,
and cover myself in clouds of peace,
uproot any memory of grief,
and now, if they ask you, tell them that I’m thinking of me,
and although there’s leftover rhymes of nostalgia that I should sing, 
Although the climate might turn gray,
up is where my forehead I’ll bring
although time denies waiting for me,
I’ll swim against the current thinking with my head straight
It’s makavelian to meditate alone where you experienced everything with your mate,
Like a voice that tells you that  the stars can’t be occulted by a finger
it’s makevelian to meditate alone where your memory with her lingers
the reason why we’ve arrived at this point is very difficult to say,
like determining causes for us not being together although we’d like it that way,
it could’ve been because of me, it could’ve been because of you, it could’ve been because of any thing that popped up out the blue,
it could’ve been also, the way a that a  butterfly flew,
the fact is that forever we are through,
(ba-ba-ba-bye)
the fact is that forever we are through(ba-ba-ba-bye)
the fact is that forever we are through(eh, ba-ba-ba-bye)
the fact is that forever we are through(eh-eh, ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey)
the fact is that our love has met it’s death,

It’s makavelian to meditate alone where you experienced everything with your mate,
Like a voice that tells you that  the stars can’t be occulted by a finger
it’s makevelian to meditate alone where your memory with her lingers,
like a voice that tells you that the stars can’t be occulted by a finger,

It’s makavelian to meditate alone where you experienced everything with your mate,
Like a voice that tells you that  the stars can’t be occulted by a finger
it’s makevelian to meditate alone where your memory with her lingers,
like a voice that tells you that the stars can’t be occulted by a finger.

Makavelian

Súbeme el volumen
Si, ven ven ahora,
Hermano de alma, número dos
Soy el primer ahora,
Desde que salga hasta que baje el sol,
Todavia hablando mierda,
Guarda tu pistola,
Cómo un ser extraterrestre, yo vengo en paz,
Me como un meteoro y camino por la luna
Sin nada bajo mis piez
Pero nadie rima así, hoy en día,
Llámame el Rakim de 2010,
Tenga alma y mucho mas guardado,
Me siento como una farmacia,
Nunca cerrado,
Noches tratando de darle sombra a mi sombra,
He gastado,
Para gafos tratando de bloquear mi luz,
Cómo un eclipse solar,
Traigo un cuchillo
a dónde las manos se ponen a pelear,
Después corto la pista que se acaba de grabar,
Entonces cuando me pongo a cortar el queso
Tu sabes lo que va a pasar
El señor absolutamente el mejor en rimar,
Entonces arregla el bajo, treble, y después...

Coro
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Súbeme el volumen, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Súbeme el volumen, súbeme el volumen,

Verso 2
Vacío este cigarro para vacilarmelo,
Después me tomo unos tragos que me llevan más alto,
Para mí es más difícil ser simple,
En vez de ser complejo,
Cómo mucho apartamentos,
Los trato como chisme,
Me cago de la risa en vez de ser serio
No somos iguales, dónde hay monotonía
No hay pelo,
Entre tú y yo, hasta que estemos muertos
Revelaciones dicen que te inundes en el peo,
O huelas hacia el cielo,
Y es duro encontrar a Dios,
Cuando nunca lo haz visto,
Hay ponque en las nubes
Y cuerpos donde piso,
Y yo se que me estás mirando
Cómo si no supiera hablar con gringos,
Traigo el calor como un fénix,
Bajo el sol de fénix, soy un hijo,
Y cuando los soles de Fénix,
Juegan contra los los angeles Lakers,
El segundo le doy apollo,
No me importa mucho los deportes
Pero de ahí vengo yo,
Soy del
Termino largo número dos,
Y está en tu posesión,
Sigue direcciones mi Bro,


Coro
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Súbeme el volumen, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Súbeme el volumen, súbeme el volumen,

Verso 3
Ven ven ahora,
Tupac me dijo folla el mundo
Voy a venir ahora,
He sido un pro,
Pero ahora soy profundo,
Gasolina sobre las caras de culo,
Y la marihuana yo fumo,
Por esos cuando escupo,
Me sale tanta substancia,
Que te olvidas que hay otros raperos en el mundo,
Cómo si no existiria ninguno
De los álbumes de hova o 2pacalipso
De las ciudades América,
Las novelas yo escribo,
Ven y coge tu beca, estoy llevando niños a la escuela,
Un piscina llena de saliva,
Tírate, estoy a punto de babear,
Te vaz ahogar tratando de nadar en conceptos que yo le di vida,
Era una oveja negra,
Pero ahora soy como una pesadilla,
Para cualquier que busque adoración eterna en la tarima,
Y estoy a punto de convertirla en mi esposa,
Casado con la poesía,
Cómo la orilla con la agua marina,
Esto es hip hop, la musica más fina,
Dónde la encontré?
En una bolsita de plástico,
Hasta que las ruedas se caigan del carro,
Sin ningún tipo de descanso,
Dónde está mi lágrima,
Este verso lo he matado,
Estoy en el horizonte volando,
Cuando me estés escuchando,
Solo...

Coro
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Súbeme el volumen, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Súbeme el volumen, súbeme el volumen,

Verso 4
Esto pa mi gente que
Rapean toda la noche
Ojos cerrados, sin dormir
Puedo ver tu vision desde Del-Amo
Papá se llevó la tele, pero dejo la radio,
Compañeros, adversarios, cuál es el racio
Esto da inspiracion
O es lo que degrada el barrio?
Yo te dejo saber, que escribí mil rimas
Mil veces,
Eso es mi promesa

Outro
Porque Tengo que ser escuchado
Tengo que ser escuchado
Tengo que ser escuchado
Si dije que tengo que ser
Si señor, tengo que ser
Escuchado, escuchado, escuchado, escuchado

Coro
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen
Yo, súbeme el volumen





Subeme el volumen - Kendrick Lamar y Ab-Soul (Traducido por Nico Duran)

10 mil
Traducido por Nicolas
(10 bands - Drake)

Coro
10 mil 50 mil 100 mil
De verdad no Tengo gana discutir
Te voy a dejar dormir
No estoy tripeando
Ve a dormir
No estoy tripeando
Descansa en Paz, Te dejo ir

Yo Te puedo decir como paso,
Yo Te llevo a Calabasas
A las casotas con banco,
Yo lo veo, no Eres rapero,
Vendiendo esa historia,
Lo dejo dentro del  papelero,
Con quien estas?
Cual bandera tu alzas?
A los diez y siete años yo pagaba El alquiler de mi mama,
Lo vendi sucio como Diana,
Nunca limpio,
Mi ex me pregunto a donde vas
dije a mejores sitios,

Coro
Coro
10 mil 50 mil 100 mil
De verdad no Tengo gana discutir
Te voy a dejar dormir
No estoy tripeando
Ve a dormir
No estoy tripeando
Descansa en Paz, Te dejo ir


Puente
Yo estado en la cama, sin telefono
Yo estado en la casa, sin telefono,
Yo tome un paso largo para progresar,
En Miami cocinando algo espeso,
Cortinas, ropa, yo no se del tiempo,
Tengo que brillar Este año, sigo despierto.
Traicionar a las Calles,nunca puedo.
Ha sido una semana desde que no salgo del condomenium.

Verso 2
Yo estado en una mission
Sin salir del condo
Esto es ovo, la temporada, El Nuevo Toronto,
Yo recibo cajas gratis de Jordan
Como si fuera atleta del Carolina 'el Norte,
Cuanto yo recibo del contract? No se.
Todo mis relojes son eternos,
Quedate con los diamante's.
Tratando diamante's de Atlanta
Como si fuera rey del diamante.
Tomo una foto, me veo como meechy
Como bleu Da vinci.
Trato V live como 2007 en Magic City.
Yo le dije a mi ciudad que estaria ausente
Hasta Noviembre,
Después de Noviembre vino.
Y yo vine,
Dios 6, unete las manos, esa es la alta gracia,
Necesito adoracion de cada raza,
Woo, me tienen sintiendome como El Galan, otra vez
Woo, me tienen sintiendome como El hampa,
Otra vez
Yeah, aprecio los cheques de Nike,
Cubriendome,
Necesito un reloj de Apple, para ver cuánto he recorrido desde que empeze a correr

Coro
10 mil 50 mil 100 mil
De verdad no Tengo gana discutir
Te voy a dejar dormir
No estoy tripeando
Ve a dormir
No estoy tripeando
Descansa en Paz, Te dejo ir

Yo estado en la casa, sin telefono
Yo estado en la cama, no respondo el telefono,
Yo tome un paso largo pal progreso,
En Toronto cocinando algo esp-esp-esp


Drake - 10 Mil (Traducido por Nicolas)

Death in Hawaii - Soulja of Peace calle 13 translation

place to be

27 years old. Raised in Miami. 
Nicolas Duran. I translate poetry.

Soulja of Peace

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