LUTHIER Lyrics (English Translation) – Acru

Read the full LUTHIER (English Translation) lyrics by Acru along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Acru’s music, you can also explore A 30 GRADOS, another song by Acru.

[Verse 1]
I respect the game so much I don’t count myself
And I shoot light like faith in Tumberos
I put your ego on this cross and sweetened your fear
If the rain kisses the groove, the fire is unsheathed
Don’t try to please your idols
Because the shadow weighs the same even in symbols
Always dignified, bro, be yourself, God
Universal law of aikido, reciprocity
I compose syllabic chains
Sealing the star trail that falls from my mantric touch
Vibrating the traffic, practical, an orgasmic funk
That makes my voice a whip and easy purge of the parasite
My war is always spiritual and holy
Even if I’m paid with the gift of words
I inject shock and the chakra bleeds
In these blocks I found classrooms
Where ochre birds give a breakdown of their cages
I could have been a public figure
At the mercy of being a hostage and at the mercy of stupid people
I went through that network And I escaped sudden death
And far from the “they see you,” I know I rediscovered music
I went from making tracks to being a jazz musician
From “I already know them” to having to become an artist
Born from the spark of falling like a pianist
And embarking on a journey in Braille with which I conceived this freestyle
There’s caviar on the table and exotic language
The gothic king of hypnotic orchestration returns
Eyes of panic in apocalyptic children
Who speak of God as the father of something anecdotal
Kiss my lips, they are cracks of hieroglyphics
Lights and Braille doors in inhospitable neighborhoods
Mantric silence, a classic in a network of strict ones
Hostages of the mental loom that make the unknown shine
What I dictate to you is extrasensory
The owl’s eyes swear to see the tree bleed
And I write in my patio, knowing that I am becoming extinct

And that the price of speaking is the step to Hack the world

[Chorus]
On these pages I blessed
I made my shadow believe in me
I asked for signs of reality
For every line that arrives

[Verse 2]
From every scan I hack a line
Blessing, b!tch, every phrase a hustle with God
If Docile mental drug demanding doping, low-key
Today I break death by overdose
I take shots of gin and return to the paper
Once again, the peak in your work is the shadow of the Pulitzer
Luthier of fencing on the blade that forges peaks
Pu*sy ass, in sixteenth notes this shuriken drips
I touch souls if I massacre speech
Or I set off insecurity alarms for the price of listening to them
I open cages, kiss sores and wings sprout from rats
Thus I transform bars into life and ears to white doves
Here we go if everything is cyclical
Magician Indigo of non-algorithmic slaves
Thinking critically and clearly, the dreamlike loom
Making the pencil in my hands a biblical legacy
From my fingerprints, labyrinths, raves
Gifts by pressure in pursuit of these family patterns
Condemn me, I bled medals where there was no one
For being someone, and I chose to be a man outside the rap game
And I’m clear with God, as with myself
We are witnesses, we saw the globe for the reasons, yes
Let them say everything, I don’t forget
Living gold, I moved my family for what I write, that

[Chorus]
On these pages I blessed
I made my shadow believe in me
I asked for signs of reality
For every line that arrives
On these pages I blessed
I made glory believe in me
Being a story of reality
For every line that comes