I'll go back to a song from 2013 but it's worth it. This is a rap song by the Catalan band At Versaris ft. the American MC Invincible and DJ Waajeed. The song is mostly in Catalan with a last part in English.
The song is titled "No fear" because the rapper talks about fighting back against fear, which is the feeling the used to keep people in place in the capitalist system.
I translated the part in Catalan, but in the original language it's better because the lyrics are very well written to create sound repetitions. Anyway, here's the original lyrics (in red) and translation of the part that was in Catalan (in black), and the part of the song in English I leave it as it is (in purple).
[Chorus:]
[Cap por, cara a cara, tots junts, colze a colze, apreta els punys.
Cap por mira'm als ulls, apunta al cor, un altre juny.
No fear, face to face, all together, side by side, close your fists tight.
No fear, look me in the eyes, aim for the heart, another June [June means a time to fight because of a historical reference in Catalonia's anthem].
No fear: never a phobia ever controlling ya, build a utopia
No fear: when you're courageous the feeling's contagious I'm willing to wage it.
Cap por, avui la claca clar que no s'aplaca. Ataca.
No té cap por, chapeau l'actitud de capo
No fear, today of course the chatter isn't abated. It attacks.
It has no fear, bravo to their mafia boss attitude
No fear: ain't nothing stoppin' this, love is the opposite
We got no fear: world is ours, building power, say it louder]
Calla, domina la por.
Doctrina, morfina, les mans sobre el capó.
Una fina cortina de fum, estímul, resposta, rutina, consum,
governa la fòbia, l'escòria, la pasta i la làbia.
Obre la gàbia, fuck religió, crida cap por i autoorganitza la ràbia.
Quiet, control your fear.
Doctrine, morphine, your hands on the hood [of the car].
A thin layer of smoke, encouragement, response, routine, consumption,
the phobia, the scum, the cash and the glibness is what governs.
Open the cage, fuck religion, shout "no fear" and self-organize the rage.
Controlo el tempo, més viu que mai,
jo estic atent, tu al ciberespai.
Jo rebento i tu caçant el hype,
assaltem els bancs com Bonie & Clyde de la mà.
Ara tenim un pla, volem un plat a taula i un tros de pa.
Prou, no demanem si us plau, som el monstre si la nit cau.
I control the tempo, more alive than ever,
I'm paying attention, you're in the cyberspace.
I blow up and you hunting the hype,
let's rob the banks like Bonie & Clyde holding hands.
Now we have a plan, we want a dish on our table and a load of bread.
Enough, we're not asking "please", we're the monster if the night falls.
Cap por, saps, no? Hem assumit el risc,
no guardem el crit a la boca, hem creuat el límit, idiota.
Sóc prop del precipici intentant no perdre el cap,
com Grandmasterflash i Furious 5, com al principi.
No fear, you know, don't you? We've accepted the risk,
we don't keep the shout in our mouth, we've crossed the limit, idiot.
I'm near the cliff trying not to loose my head,
like Grandmasterflash and Furious 5, like at the beginning.
Malson, Barna en flames, columnes de fum,
ningú no dorm quan cau la nit Diagonal amunt,
és l'u per cent contra el sentiment de tot el conjunt,
una altra esquela i La Vanguardia plora els seus difunts.
Nightmare, Barcelona in flames, smoke columns,
nobody sleeps when the night falls from the Diagonal above [note: the rich neighbourhoods of Barcelona are above the Diagonal avenue]
It's the 1% against the feeling of the whole rest,
another obituary and La Vanguardia cries their deaths. [note: La Vanguardia is a centre-right newspaper]
[Repeat chorus]
La por d'una xavala que s'amaga entre la gent quan sent
un mirada de babosa prepotència.
La por a que s'acabi l'idil·li amb foli i el boli que neix a la infància.
El pànic a la repressió que cala a cada militant
et va minant perquè és quinta essència
de l'estratègia capitalista per excel·lència
The fear of a girl who hides among people when she feels a glance of creepy arrogance.
The fear of the end of the idyll of paper sheet and pen that's born in childhood.
The panic of repression that seeps through every activist
and slowly undermines you 'cause it's the quintessence
of the capitalist strategy par excellence.
La por a la mala imatge, t'esquitxa el rumor?
Mostrar el dit del cor i fer el cor fort,
riu-te del mort i el que el vetlla.
Viuen vides de tedi, tu al podi i ells són morralla.
I no falla: quan calla el pobre el ric no trontolla.
Ens podreu xapar a la trena, però tenim cinc mil homes de palla
The fear of looking bad, does the rumour taint you?
Giving the middle finger and being courageous [literally: giving the heart finger and making the heart strong],
laugh at the dead one and at the one who keeps the vigil.
They live tedious lives, you in the podium and they're rabble
And it doesn't fail: when the poor man is silent, the rich man doesn't tremble.
You might be able to lock us up, but we have 5000 frontmen.
Que el què et pot tombar no és tenir por sinó mostrar-la a un poli.
Jo me la guardo per mi.
Que la cel·la és petita però el somni és immens:
Tombar el capital, per fi.
Teniu fotos dels tatoos, empremptes i el meu adn.
Teniu el TN.
Però jo una germana de mil cares de nom "subalterna" que em guarda l'esquena.
Having fear isn't what can knock you down, it's showing it to a cop.
I keep mine for me.
'Cause the cell is small but the dream is huge:
finally knocking down the capital.
You have photos of the tattoos, fingerprints and my DNA,
you have the TV news
but I have a sister with 1000 faces called "working class" that keeps my back.
A cada burgeset: la por com xarop.
Que solidaritat és set de tot i viure amb poc.
Ric, sents el tic-tac?
La tropa de xusma que et posa en escac.
Ni caritat, ni 0,7, ni paritat.
La massa el què vol és pitet.
Babejant de veure de un banquer entre el poble i la paret com va reculant
amb cap por.
To every little bourgeois: fear as a syrup.
'Cause solidarity is being thirsty for all and living with little.
Rich man, can you hear the tick-tock?
The riffraff troop that puts you in checkmate.
No charity, nor 0.7, nor parity.
What the masses want is a bib
they're drooling seeing a banker between the people and the wall,
how he walks back.
With no fear.
[Repeat chorus]
No fear:
whether you board a flight although you scared of heights
or a kid getting bullied when you go to school but you train up and
you go prepared to fight
you got no fear
now the bully chills to a lower Fahrenheit and they freeze, or they
try to be your friend and appease, then the plane lands in a place
with a warm breeze
No fear
that's what I tell em- only way to deal with an unfree world is to be
so free, your existence is rebellion
and I'm so clear
that fear debilitates and it could seal your fate when they manipulate
but my amygdula's irregular transform the molecular, fear it ain't protecting ya
No fear-
immigrants internationally
no papers so they try to deport ya
but fuck their borders
you gonna still raise your family
we got no fear-
cuz you're queer or trans and they hate you with judgement
be who you are and love who you love and still hold hands and date you in public
We got no fear-
from foreclosing and eviction
if you can't pay the loan gotta reclaim your home
cuz we chose to be brave not frozen as victims
we got no fear-
it's not when fear is absent
it's when you absolutely passionate bout the life that's past it
battle trance shit.
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