Imperfeccions - Los Chikos Del Maiz

They say in the neighborhood Who are those three?
The usual unemployed, the tackiest of the month
I'm laughing at who's in front of me
In that mirror, killing complexes, wanting myself like this
Seriousness is too serious not to make fun of it
Simplicity is synonymous with being a person
Laughing until we're hoarse, with Rodri and Tony
Coming back drunk from Cabanyal to Beni
They're telling you to be tough, that you're a man
That you hide the pain, and boast about your assets
Naturalness is a crime, things of the devil
Roots and wings, thanks mom, power of women
Weaknesses make you strong

Love has lies, life has death
Don't let them annul you, it's not a tunnel with no way out
Willpower and time rule, not luck
They rule as one, the three you feel
Take this shit, smoke
Drink rum, rock and funk, these bastards
Overwhelm you
And always proud of our class, grassroots militants
In love with rapping until it passes

And from Sants to Valencia they're heard
The resistance that opens the way and the doors
Ohhh whether for good or for bad
Imperfections, they're real and they're ours
More human, more real

Two from the land and one from the neighborhood
Plan-B on the beat, shake your body
With a shirt, at Can Batlló
Ice and siphon in this gray life
Slaves to merchandising
We carry the anger to the palaces
We didn't come to make peace
Summer without money and you in the third postgraduate
I'm losing it all, sick of 45s and LPs
Kid, we're making paper airplanes with our
Miseries and your clichés
Shut up, it's Apache music, with Toni
Panxo and cassalla at peace
Valencia is more than ska and gralla
They don't close at 3, Violence is a scoundrel
We open cracks, and if the plan fails
We break the siege and don't want a medal
In love with this shit until the grave
If shame alienates, don't break it down

The bearded guy with the nasal voice arrived
The one who fills your house and tires the bartender
With flip-flops and swim trunks, with the attitude of a winner
With this smell of alcohol and a smile intact
And let's defend joy and imperfection
Rebellion and the beauty of mistakes
Love for a cause
With the head always held high, giving our soul in every song
I don't write to be on Radio 3, no way
I write out of necessity, to calm the stress
Far from interest, without thinking about what they'll say
With all serenity and a hint of shyness
And those fierce criticisms, I don't know what they want
They seek to silence our voices and see they can't
They're looking to make me angry and lose my cool
But they don't know that I thrive when they hurt me
And then I bring out the commitment, I bring out the rage
Tired of so many submissive, so much arrogance
Tired of being slaves, being forgotten
And in love with rapping until losing speech