More songs by Annasofia
Description
A tender confession of love, with no perfect heroes or ready-made recipes. Like a letter written at night in the kitchen between a cup of tea and tears, it is about trying to be better for those around you, about the fear of not living up to others' expectations, and about the fragile courage to admit it. The rhythm rocks like rain on a windowsill, and the voice sounds not from the stage, but as if straight from the chest: imperfect, alive, but all the warmer for it. This is music about people who don't know how to be perfect, but know how to try again.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Y si me miran bien, no pregunten por qué
El morro ya carga su lana
Lo ven vestido bien, de cabeza a los pies
Con lo más nuevo desde Italia
Un Cadillac Escalade, y sí, es Modelo V
Van retumbando las del Shaka
Dicen soy malandrín, tal vez sí sea así
De 100X es mi tejana
Me gusta generar
También lo sé gastar
Escuela de mi apá
El Don le han de apodar
Dios siempre me cuida
Nunca me dejó atrás
Conozco el bien y el mal
Nunca les vo'a fallar
Las cuerdas afiné, la pluma la agarré
Y ahora mis letras se las rayan
Lo que un día imaginé, gracias a Dios logré
Y ahorita no nos falta nada
Un Cadillac Escalade, y sí, es Modelo V
Van retumbando las del Shaka
Dicen soy malandrín, tal vez sí sea así
De 100X es mi tejana
Me gusta generar
También lo sé gastar
Escuela de mi apá
El Don le han de apodar
Dios siempre me cuida
Nunca me dejó atrás
Conozco el bien y el mal
Nunca les vo'a fallar, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Puro Hermanos Espinoza, viejo
English translation
And if you look at me carefully, don't ask why
The nose is already carrying its wool
They see him dressed well, from head to toe
With the newest from Italy
A Cadillac Escalade, and yes, it's Model V
Those of Shaka are reverberating
They say I'm a miscreant, maybe that's the case
100X is my jeans
I like to generate
I also know how to spend it
my dad's school
They have to nickname him the Don
God always takes care of me
never left me behind
I know good and evil
I will never fail you
I tuned the strings, I grabbed the pen
And now my letters are scratched
What one day I imagined, thank God I achieved
And right now we don't lack anything
A Cadillac Escalade, and yes, it's Model V
Those of Shaka are reverberating
They say I'm a miscreant, maybe that's the case
100X is my jeans
I like to generate
I also know how to spend it
my dad's school
They have to nickname him the Don
God always takes care of me
never left me behind
I know good and evil
I will never fail you, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Pure Hermanos Espinoza, old man