Manifiesto Freestyle traducción al Inglés

Argentina has a lot to say
Politicians order, the streets talk, the people protest
Young people are the ones who have the upper hand
We are the soldiers in this war
Against injustice, repression and inequality

Codes on the walls of the neighborhoods
In the cardboards that are bed sheets too
In the trash that is also food
In the blood stains of the sidewalk
that today are only dry tears

Sirens awaken reality
The prejudices, the hunt for the innocent
Argentina, with its folklore and its history, its remains of dictatorship
Its memories of the ones that aren't here anymore
The chance of dice in monopoly

Argentina is fighting
Through music, young people and adults
We raise our fists high without fear of censorship
The poor cry out for equality
Prisoners: justice, politicians: forgiveness
The war asks for love, the neighborhood screams

Right or wrong, through our means
We're fighting for ourselves
Sacrificing what we have and what we don't
Looking for peace

There is no difference, in the fight we are all one
No matter who you are or where you come from
Argentina is present
From protest to celebration

Right or wrong, it's our reality
We are all made of earth, of blood
Right or wrong, the guacho' are present
And we're going to explode the bomb from the inside
You know, ha

Fresh, fresh, daring, motherfucker, I'm still alive
Making shit gold, I follow my beat 'cause
I'm going forward, always constant
From the LB, from the immigrant neighborhood'

Oh, mami, yo ya me raised from the LB
I'm an HDP asshole, if I think it's because I know what it's about
Making shit my immediate
When I grab around the neighborhood I'm the dog kills rat-rat-ta-ta

I take out the AK, I set them on fire
If you want, I'll start again because I'm Diego
Motherfuckin' nigga, I know that I always arrive
I know that I can do all the shit that I water

Because the 'seed' that I watered a year ago comes out (what?)
And now we're flexin', do you find it strange?
He's not stingy, we climb step by step (what?)
Son of a bitch, I hit pipe goals, huh

For all' the guacho' of the lleca
I ascend from the shit, out of the disco
Because we are no longer here, we are already on another planet
That's why even the Martians here respect this shirt

I don't know if it's right or wrong
But I represent the same, ha
What a good theme "Jump", friend, Kris Kross
We have to do one like this, Tati, haha
Thomas, friend (Yeah)
Gracia', perri (hesitate it)
How big' the kid', guacho
You have to do a theme like this, cut Kris Kross
The children' teaching to rap