More songs by 3dnan
Description
The blurred line between proud solitude and sudden joy is like lifting weights in the gym: sweaty, a little ridiculous, and therefore heartfelt. Here, dreams of a house by the sea coexist with children's pocket money - euros, dollars, pesos - and it seems that wealth is measured not only by the amount of money, but also by the number of promises made and gifts given that no one asked for. There is a readiness for revenge in his voice, and at the same time a softness, like that of a man with a gentle face: either wild or touchingly vulnerable; a contradiction that warms better than any blanket. Sleepless nights, Caribbean rhythms in the veins, and a desire to caramelize - words that are more about the taste of life than an escape plan. Mother is like a code: don't change, don't discuss, but respect; and if something goes wrong, the goal remains the same - make money, build a house, don't ask for favors on a silver platter. Love here is crazy, given until exhaustion; betrayal and rats are nearby, but they don't win, because at the core lies simple ambition and a little tenderness. This whole mixture is brutality that winks; a warrior man who is still learning to be tender, and it looks cute and almost homely.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Cada día estoy más solo, pero-- Cada día estoy más solo, pero. . . Cada día estoy más solo, pero me siento feliz.
Me enamoré perdidamente de una miss. Te regalé todo y coño, te lo pedí.
Ahora estoy pa'l money, pa'l -gimnasio y pa' la street.
-Antes era flaco, ahora estoy subiendo peso. Hablo tres idiomas: euros, dólares y pesos.
Inolvidable, hobby, este primer beso. Veo mucha rata que quiere comerme el queso.
Vengo de traiciones, delincuencia, sí, to' eso. Soy un rifle, yo no tengo retroceso.
Antes era pobre, era parte del proceso. El doberman no se pelea por un hueso.
Y no voy a cambiar si mi madre eso no me lo pide. Y si fallo una vez más, hacerme rico, eso es lo que me sigue.
Una casa frente al mar, sin enseñar, que lo bueno no se exhibe.
Y si tengo que matar, es por venganza, papa, es por venganza.
Tengo sangre mora, pero flow caribeño. En la noche tengo insomnio, ya no duermo.
Soñé contigo tener como dos pequeños. Ahora aguantando soledad sin fumar leños.
Y si te disparan, bailas salsa flow caleño. Soñamos con el cielo porque vimos el infierno.
Soy un salvaje, pero tengo cara de tierno. Me gusta ir tapado y pasar frío rollo invierno.
No sé cuánto tiempo durará, pero mientras quiero camelarte, mami.
No sé cuánto tiempo durará, pero mientras quiero camelarte, mami.
Y no voy a cambiar si mi madre eso no me lo pide.
Y si fallo una vez más, hacerme rico, eso es lo que me sigue.
Una casa frente al mar, sin enseñar, que lo bueno no se exhibe. Y si tengo que matar, es por venganza, papa, es por venganza.
Cada día estoy más solo, pero me siento feliz.
Me enamoré perdidamente de una miss. Te regalé todo y coño, te lo pedí.
Ahora estoy pa'l money, pa'l gimnasio y pa' la street
English translation
Every day I'm more alone, but-- Every day I'm more alone, but. . . Every day I am more alone, but I feel happy.
I fell madly in love with a miss. I gave you everything and damn, I asked you for it.
Now I'm for money, for the gym and for the streets.
-Before I was skinny, now I'm gaining weight. I speak three languages: euros, dollars and pesos.
Unforgettable, hobby, this first kiss. I see a lot of rats that want to eat my cheese.
I come from betrayals, crime, yes, all that. I am a rifle, I have no recoil.
Before I was poor, it was part of the process. The Doberman does not fight over a bone.
And I'm not going to change if my mother doesn't ask me to. And if I fail one more time, getting rich, that's what follows.
A house facing the sea, without showing, that the good is not exhibited.
And if I have to kill, it's for revenge, dad, it's for revenge.
I have Moorish blood, but Caribbean flow. At night I have insomnia, I no longer sleep.
I dreamed about you having like two little ones. Now enduring loneliness without smoking logs.
And if they shoot you, you dance salsa flow caleño. We dream of heaven because we saw hell.
I'm a savage, but I have a tender face. I like to be covered up and have a cold winter time.
I don't know how long it will last, but in the meantime I want to cajole you, mommy.
I don't know how long it will last, but in the meantime I want to cajole you, mommy.
And I'm not going to change if my mother doesn't ask me to.
And if I fail one more time, getting rich, that's what follows.
A house facing the sea, without showing, that the good is not exhibited. And if I have to kill, it's for revenge, dad, it's for revenge.
Every day I am more alone, but I feel happy.
I fell madly in love with a miss. I gave you everything and damn, I asked you for it.
Now I'm for money, for the gym and for the streets