Breath Of The Swamp
Breath Of The Swamp
By showdown · Writer: Showdown
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Translation by Alejandra Mida
Original lyrics
This is the voice of disquiet
A blue collar massacre
Calling up from the belly of the south
We will be heard
Throw it in gear
You wanna drive us down
Never to losin’ it, you’re losin’ it
You’re losin’ it in the curves
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the Southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the Southland
It’s the breath of the swamp
This is the voice of a choir
Well versed in songs of wrath
Voiced in long hard days
Voiced in helpless rage no more
Drop the hammer
Still tryin’ to break our backs
But you’re losin’ it, you're losin’ it
You’ve lost your grip on us
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the Southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the Southland
It’s the breath of the swamp
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the Southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the Southland
It’s the breath of the swamp
Get back
We speak, it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
We speak, it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
Just like the breath of the swamp
A blue collar massacre
Calling up from the belly of the south
We will be heard
Throw it in gear
You wanna drive us down
Never to losin’ it, you’re losin’ it
You’re losin’ it in the curves
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the Southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the Southland
It’s the breath of the swamp
This is the voice of a choir
Well versed in songs of wrath
Voiced in long hard days
Voiced in helpless rage no more
Drop the hammer
Still tryin’ to break our backs
But you’re losin’ it, you're losin’ it
You’ve lost your grip on us
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the Southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the Southland
It’s the breath of the swamp
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the Southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the Southland
It’s the breath of the swamp
Get back
We speak, it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
We speak, it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
Just like the breath of the swamp
Translation
Esta es la voz de inquietud
Una masacre de cuello azul
Llamada desde el vientre del sur
Vamos a ser escuchado
Tíralo en marcha
¿Quieren echarnos abajo
Nunca perdiendo, eres perdiendo lo
Estás perdiendo en las curvas
Ponlo en el rojo
Outlaws a la fuga
Straight Outta el Southland
Aquí nos encontramos
Ponlo en el rojo
Grabar el hormigón negro y ejecutar
Straight Outta el Southland
Es el aliento de la ciénaga
Esta es la voz de un coro
Muy versado en las canciones de la ira
Expresado en largos días de duro
Expresado en rabia impotente no más
Deje caer el martillo
Aún tratando de romper la espalda
Pero estás perdiendo él, usted está perdiendo su
Usted ha perdido su dominio sobre nosotros
Ponlo en el rojo
Outlaws a la fuga
Straight Outta el Southland
Aquí nos encontramos
Ponlo en el rojo
Grabar el hormigón negro y ejecutar
Straight Outta el Southland
Es el aliento de la ciénaga
Ponlo en el rojo
Outlaws a la fuga
Straight Outta el Southland
Aquí nos encontramos
Ponlo en el rojo
Grabar el hormigón negro y ejecutar
Straight Outta el Southland
Es el aliento de la ciénaga
Volver
Se habla, se curva alrededor de su cuello
Al igual que el aliento del pantano
Se habla, se curva alrededor de su cuello
Al igual que el aliento del pantano
Al igual que el aliento del pantano
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