Homenaje a la 15 - Translation
Interlude 1
The took away Bronx
They took away El Cartucho
But they cannot remove the homeless
They can’t make us disappear
Even if one, two, three, four or five disappear, the problem remains
Why? Because as long as there are no jobs and no opportunities
Homelessness will exist
Verse 1
In the hottest temples
Let there be no Lucifer
The battle between the dead
Chisel devil monsters
The thought eats them up
Hearts on the rail
In a sick world game
I don't want to be a part of
A silent cry sounds
Don't listen to me for pleasure
The soul told the body
When tattooed my skin
Sheltered by rap and sick
Paper monuments
In the hottest temples
Let there be no lucifer
Many sting and are story
They call güiro and run away
I don't believe in fairy tales
Resentment created suffering
Child of the streets
That make your words
I hang with my gang
I do not trust others
The bells ring
Mothers cry and there are two rows
Those who have grown up alone
And those who accept reality
The bell is not from a church
There is no cure or doctrines
Just devil in disguise
To lower your self-esteem
Interlude 2
That place had so much evil and so much drugs
The good thing is they removed that
But the bad thing is that they did not think that there were people there
There were families, there were children
Who were not on drugs and also wanted a better world
But the state did not think of that
They simply removed them from the area
Chorus
A bell rang
Next to the temple of the devil
And a mother cried
Because they touched her daughter
In a corridor without light
Many desperate bodies
Camouflaged souls wander
With chains by their side
A bell rang
Next to the temple of the devil
and a mother cried
Because they touched her son
In a corridor without light
Many desperate bodies
Camouflaged souls wander
Which hip hop has transformed
Verse 2
Temples in the heart
Mentality and resentment
The battle is with yourself
When karma goes inside
Don't wish ill on anyone
If yours are sick
Money, alcohol, social networks and bad decisions
Temples where nobody is
Not even the thirst you are feeling
Love makes you a coward
We are prisoners of memory
A spiral that consumes us
And destroys that yearning
A bell in the 15th
And in its corridors many bodies
Few that survive today
Sentinels of the concrete
In his temple open door
But you don't get that
It's a pact that unites us
We are children of hell
Reality that consumes us
But I am not longer a prisoner
I pray for those ghosts
That accompany my process
In good and bad
And in the most secret temples
Interlude 3
For me, it was my house, my home
But the change was hard
Because in the end
Everything was lost
Outro
The bells of the 15th are ringing
And the memory of its centre is lost
The homeless cry
The rich man laughs with their tears
But hip hop has always been flourished in war
But hip hop has always been flourished in war