Art Killer - Nach

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah

NYC in the building

Nach and José James

¡Ah!

Esto va por todos los francotiradores del arte

Art Killer

Todo aquellos que nos disparan por la espalda, ¡ah!

Art Killer, te mira desde su desfile militar

No le suele importar que tú respires

Su ascenso se escribe con nuestro declive

¿Qué más le das?

Mientras sonríe desde un yate en el Caribe

Te seca el corazón, para que pienses en cifras y en cuentas

Te pone vendas, que tapen las cosas que sientas

Intenta que dependas de lo que compres o vendas

Se inventa deudas, no quiere que comprendas más

Art Killer, le escupe a la belleza

Él llena su bolsillo y te vacía la cabeza

Construye fortalezas de hormigón, arranca la maleza

Mientras bosteza ante el amor, la gentileza

Tú eres otra pieza de su puzzle monetario

Un mercenario que se aturde ante su spot publicitario

Adversario del conocimiento, porque no se compra

Francotirador del arte escondido en la sombra

From darkness (Desde la oscuridad)

A dream will rise

To spark a fire into the night

We raise our voices (Nuestras voces)

Stand together to bring tomorrow’s life

Art Killer, te educa para el beneficio

Sólo es un ogro ficticio

Le saca de quicio cada reflexión

Sufre aversión por la ternura

Odia la revolución que empieza en una partitura

Él te tortura con la estricta pesadez de un tic-tac

Tu mente adicta a una pantalla, a un Big-Mac

Mientras nos dicta como acumular basura

Odia la revolución que empieza con una escultura (¡oh!)

Art Killer, te adoctrina en el colegio

Te enseña a jugar sucio, a ver que todo tiene un precio

El acto gratuito no es rentable y lo censura

Odia la revolución que empieza con cada pintura

Deja viuda a la imaginación, fusila cada fantasía

En tus manos ve ganancia y mercancía

Art Killer no se fía del poder de la cultura

Odia la revolución que empieza en la literatura

From darkness a dream will rise (Un sueño)

To spark a fire into the night (Un fuego)

We raise our voices

Stand together to bring tomorrow’s life (Ya llegó la luz)

And love (Only love) will show the way (Show the way)

To know (So we know) a brighter day (We gonna build it today)

We all can build together (We get together) (¡Juntos!)

Hand in hand let’s make it better

¿Qué sería de mí sin las películas Hitchcock?

¿Sin la magia en discos de George Clinton o Jill Scott?

¿Qué sería de mí sin Orson Welles y Ciudadano Kane?

¿Qué sería de mí sin Prince y sin su «Purple Rain»?

¿Qué sería de mí sin Mozart, sin su «Requiem»?

¿Qué sería sin Julio Verne, sin Dickens, sin Tolkien?

¿Qué sería sin Vivaldi y sus «Cuatro Estaciones»?

¿Sin los colores de Van Gogh pintando girasoles?

From darkness (¡yeah!) a dream will rise (Ah)

To spark a fire into the night (Encender una llama)

We raise our voices (Alzando nuestra voz)

Stand together to bring tomorrow’s life

yeah!

yeah yeah

NYC in the building

Nach and José James

oh!

This goes out to all art snipers

Art Killer

All those who shoot us in the back, ah!

Art Killer, looks at you from his military parade

He doesn't usually care if you breathe

His rise of him is written with our decline

What else do you give him?

While smiling from a yacht in the Caribbean

It dries your heart, so that you think in figures and accounts

He puts bandages on you, that covers the things you feel

Try to make you depend on what you buy or sell

He invents debts, he doesn't want you to understand more

Art killer, spit on the beauty

He fills his pocket with it and empties your head

He builds concrete fortresses, pulls out the weeds

While yawning at love, gentleness

You are another piece of their monetary puzzle

A mercenary who gets stunned by his advertising spot

Adversary of knowledge, because it is not bought

Shadow art sniper

From darkness

A dream will rise

To spark a fire into the night

We raise our voices

Stand together to bring tomorrow's life

Art Killer, educate you for the benefit

It's just a fictional ogre

Every reflection drives him crazy

Suffers aversion to cuteness

Hates the revolution that starts on a sheet music

He tortures you with the strict heaviness of a tick-tock

Your mind addicted to a screen, to a Big-Mac

While he tells us how to accumulate garbage

Hates the revolution that starts with a sculpture (oh!)

Art Killer, indoctrinate you at school

It teaches you to play dirty, to see that everything has a price

The free act is not profitable and censors it

Hates the revolution that starts with every painting

Widow the imagination, shoot every fantasy

In your hands sees profit and merchandise

Art Killer doesn't trust the power of culture

He hates the revolution that begins in literature

From darkness to dream will rise

To spark a fire into the night

We raise our voices

Stand together to bring tomorrow's life

And love (Only love) will show the way (Show the way)

To know (So we know) a brighter day (We gonna build it today)

We all can build together (We get together)

Hand in hand let's make it better

What would I be without the Hitchcock movies?

Without the magic on records of George Clinton or Jill Scott?

Where would I be without Orson Welles and Citizen Kane?

What would become of me without Prince and without his “Purple Rain” from him?

What would become of me without Mozart, without his "Requiem" of him?

What would it be without Jules Verne, without Dickens, without Tolkien?

What would Vivaldi and his "Four Seasons" be without him?

Without the colors of Van Gogh painting sunflowers?

From darkness (yeah!) to dream will rise (Ah)

To spark a fire into the night

We raise our voices

Stand together to bring tomorrow's life