Canserbero
Canserbero - Es Épico (English Translation)
[Intro]
Oh, I'm short of breath (I'm short of breath)
And the heart goes tucum-tucum-tucum-tucum
Today blood will run (Blood will run)
I already know what the fuck is going on

[Verse 1]
Today I'm turning into a criminal
Don't give a shit about no one no more
Unless I turn into a corpse
Today I'll avenge my brother, as I swore to my father
Tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye this is
A loaned gun cause I ain't not thug
But the rage that I'm feeling is not fading it's so much that it drowns me
I'd never inhaled drugs
But it's necessary now to get what the heart implores
Feel like my thorax will come out
Bike hundred MPH, had to grab the gun and shout him "and now?!"
It all happens too fast
In bursts I discharge all thosе goons 'til the gun don't spit no more

[Chorus]
And heart goеs tucum-tucum-tucum-tucum
And the bullets pacaum-pacaum-pacaum-pacaum
And heart goes tucum-tucum-tucum-tucum
And the bullets pacaum-pacaum-pacaum, hey
[Verse 2]
Cry out of rage while I fall on the sidewalk
I hear a lady yelling that they killed Carlos
Only then was when I smiled relieved
Because Carlos was the bastard that killed my brother
It's all confusing, I hear "Wiu-wiu-wiu"
I don't see well and I feel cold, cold, cold
A guy yelling "Yo, yo, yo"
'Til I don't hear no more than a deep silence
Several seconds of calmness, my soul next to my body
Told myself: "I haven't yet gone beyond"
I sense a perfume smell, I see a light in a tunnel
A fire that consumes me started showing behind
"Won't let the fire overwhelm me, I'll continue to the tunnel"
I thought but I couldn't because I was dragged down, plummeting down
Black mountains of sulfur with a shit smell
Deformed bodies that suffer, I fell on a stone
An old boat with and old man awaited me
They didn't reply me anything, souls the boat hit
He took me to Cerberus
Who said would not bite me, for he liked my rapper name
If you see it that way, I got lucky
Ironic is life but also ironic is death
I woke up already sitting on a dais and a jury of wicked would decide my luck
I recall I was beaten and transfered to a place in one of the circles with a lot of people
"For vengeful and assassin you will burn forever, for all eternity as punishment!"
I saw many faces and I felt astonished because I didn't think they'd be with me
People who looked nice in the world
Like Che Guevara even like John Paul II
Allegedly Dalai Lama calcined with Mao
And the deceased Tafari Makonnen and Beethoven together
I was so shocked to know that they were there
John F. Kennedy, Lenin, Mahoma and Joseph Smith
Caesar and Napoleon came out of the flames
'Cause they were the same person that now's a certain "Obama"
I didn't understand anything, I asked about Christ
I noticed that they were making fun because no one had seen him
Others said it was a trick of the church to governate the world
With its majestic company
Charles Russel and Washington, Joseph of St. Martin and Gandhi, Yasir Arafat, Christopher Columbus
Elizabeth I of England transformed into a naked bitch
I knew even Bolivar and Buddha were there
There's too many doubts, vague thoughts
Good people in hell or is it that they were bad?
They're here for a reason, although they don't accept it
Now I have to find a way to flee from death
I remembered that in the land where I had been born existed a legend of the devil with a guy called Florentino
Obviously a tale, but a clever one to get out of this hell, literally hell
I ranted during months that I could beat the boss reciting verses between fire and feces
'Til one day and old man in suit appeared and told me "you lose and I'm taking your father as a homage"
What a complicated situation the one I found myself in
But I've never been the type to shit my pants
Besides, I'd composed too many verses that plus improvisation would make the universe shiver
Go to it!
First of all I curse you
I will make you suffer the worst of all punishements
How dare you challenge me in Spanish?
And in this beat, as poor as the ground you were raised in
With more reason you should be ashamed
To lose a combat with an omosapiens
Besides, I explain you
It's called Venezuela where this guy was born
And you can't curse me because I'm already cursed
You're very peculiar, and my duty is to explain that you can't win because I know it all
I dominate languages, modes, history, I know even the most recondite fears of your memory
I must clarify there's a key factor you forget
Fears leave at the moment you lose life
It's been said that love kills your insults
But I'll kill you with greater hatred to be fair
You don't deceive me mediocre adversary
How to speak of hate when your arm screams the contrary
You have lied to all of your followers with multiple contradictions in many of your songs
You don't understand humans at all
I dream about love because I know that deep inside we love
If I sing rage is to release from inside like when Christ cast out the merchants of his temple
Again, talking about things you don't know
You're an imitator like your voice which is not that deep
The problem is that they believe you
But even if lies have legs sooner or later they limp
You have moved me now that I know you more, satan
You don't comprehend art, neither peace
My voice is bass, moreover, this is my voice that God gifted me with to tenaciously use as a dagger to your heart
How can you talk about God if you're an atheist?
I see it in your eyes while my flames consume you
I remind you that God doesn't exist and what you saw in that tunnel is nothing moren than ordinary angels
To doubt and to not believe are two different things
And if I doubt God it's 'cause I haven't seen him
Even so, I insist on emphasizing what I learned from you
That there may be many kings, but you always have to go back to you (Always!)
[Chorus]
And heart goes tucum, tucum-tucum
And heart goes tucum-tucum-tucum-tucum
And heart goes tucum-tucum-tucum-tucum