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Description
The sun here feels like it's not shining from the sky, but right out of the speakers. Everything is pulsating - from words to footsteps, from a glance to the glass in hand. Dance as a sport for those surviving chaos: those who don't move, drown. He says he doesn't fall in love, but his voice is like those who are already too late to feel. The world revolves on rhythm and airplanes - today Puerto Rico, tomorrow Buenos Aires, and the day after tomorrow just a sleepless room where someone says "repeat" again. And he repeats, of course. Because if you like it, why stop?
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tengo salsa desde que estoy en la cuna y me la llevo al ataúd.
La tuya está medio meh, siento que le falta luz. Sorry but no me entendés, que lo aprendas por YouTube.
Que lo aprendas por las buenas, por las malas, por las two, three, four.
Watch out cuatro, cómo me gusta la vista. Oh, Lord, me tira a la cama y que me desvista.
Por favor, hoy soy tuyo, mañana ya no lo sé.
Le di todo lo que tengo y pide más, más, más.
Like chili wili, estoy tranquilo, cero estrés.
No me rompas los huevos porque desapareces. Presupuesto, caramelo y un vasito de jerez.
Me llamaron de Miami, estoy hablándole en inglés.
Yo no paro hasta el paté, quiero el pan, quiero el paté. Pienso cuando me levanto, desde que me desperté.
Pienso poco, hago mucho, mucho más de lo que ven. No me importa lo que vieron, sino lo que generé. Y dale,
Nino.
-¿Qué querés? -Dímelo.
-¿Cuánto es? -¿Cuánto quieres?
-Conocer. -Dímelo.
-Oh, shit. -¿Para dónde?
-Para arriba. -Infinito.
-Todo. -Si me gusta.
-¿Cuándo quieres? -Lo repito.
-Todo. -Dale, Nino.
-¿Qué querés? -Dímelo.
-¿Cuánto es? -¿Cuánto quieres?
-Conocer. -Dímelo.
-Oh, shit. -¿Para dónde?
-Para arriba. -Infinito.
-Todo. -Si me gusta.
-¿Cuándo quieres? -Lo repito.
-Todo. -No te enamores de un artista.
Siempre en la calle, estoy en la pista. Hoy en PR, mañana en Argentina.
Cambio de todos los días. La vida gira, party y conciertos. Foto con fans, DM abierto.
Dice: "No te amo, no soy muy diestro". El cuello frío, el corazón desierto.
Le meto y le chupo los dedos. Por chingar a rico me gano un trofeo. Ese culo, baby, es de museo.
La puse a mamar en el paseo.
Esa pussy está bien mojada, mi bicho una tabla y yo te surfeo. Baby, yo te rompo ese toto como me rompieron la puerta los feos.
Es superbellaca y es leo, en su mirada lo leo.
Baby, ya yo coroné, ustedes están en el joseo. Porsche y las gafas Cartier, Puccinelli, ando de Brunello.
No te enamores de un artista, sentimientos tengo cero. Dale, Nino.
-¿Qué querés? -Dímelo.
-¿Cuánto es? -¿Cuánto quieres?
-Conocer. -Dímelo.
-Oh, shit. -¿Para dónde?
-Para arriba. -Para arriba, sin salida.
Bajando del cielo al infierno para buscar mi comida.
Lo que no quiere confiar es que no puedo tener amigas.
Jura que no siente amor, no la veo tan decidida.
Sabemos los dos que hay momentos vividos que nunca se olvidan.
Por eso me vuelve a besar por si no me ve más en su vida.
Lo nuestro parece una misión desmedida, okey. Adicto a la adrenalina, okey.
Saltando sin paracaídas, okey. Quemando los ahorros en buen porro y en propinas.
Ahogado en lodo con las mujeres más finas.
Dale, Nino. Arranquemos que ni nos vimos. Yo sé bien de dónde venimos.
A los lugares a los que fuimos. Que no sé ni cómo volvimos, pero jamás nos arrepentimos.
Si quiere más, se la repetimos. Y si dice que hace falta más, le digo. . .
-Dale, Nino. -¿Qué querés?
-Dímelo. -¿Cuánto es?
-¿Cuánto quieres? -Conocer.
-Dímelo. -Oh, shit.
-¿Para dónde? -Para arriba.
Infinito.
-Todo. -Si me gusta.
-¿Cuándo quieres? -Lo repito.
-Todo. -Dale, Nino.
-¿Qué querés? -Dímelo.
-¿Cuánto es? -¿Cuánto quieres?
-Conocer. -Dímelo.
-Oh, shit. -¿Para dónde?
-Para arriba. -Infinito.
-Todo. -Si me gusta.
-¿Cuándo quieres?
-Lo repi-- -no, ¿qué pasó?
-Ay, perdón, ¿toqué algo?
Eh, apagaste la canción sin querer, pero no pasa nada.
Ay, perdón, perdón, no me di cuenta.
Perdón.
English translation
I have sauce since I was in the crib and I take it to the coffin.
Yours is kind of meh, I feel like it lacks light. Sorry but you don't understand me, you learn it from YouTube.
May you learn it the good way, the bad way, the two, three, four.
Watch out four, how I like the view. Oh, Lord, throw me on the bed and undress me.
Please, today I am yours, tomorrow I don't know.
I gave him everything I have and he asks for more, more, more.
Like chili wili, I'm calm, zero stress.
Don't break my balls because you'll disappear. Budget, caramel and a small glass of sherry.
They called me from Miami, I'm speaking to them in English.
I don't stop until the pâté, I want the bread, I want the pâté. I think when I wake up, since I woke up.
I think little, I do much, much more than what you see. I don't care what they saw, but what I generated. And give it,
Nino.
-What do you want? -Tell me.
-How much is it? -How much do you want?
-Know. -Tell me.
-Oh, shit. -Where to?
-Up. -Infinite.
-All. -Yes I like it.
-When do you want? -I repeat it.
-All. -Come on, Nino.
-What do you want? -Tell me.
-How much is it? -How much do you want?
-Know. -Tell me.
-Oh, shit. -Where to?
-Up. -Infinite.
-All. -Yes I like it.
-When do you want? -I repeat it.
-All. -Don't fall in love with an artist.
Always on the street, I'm on the track. Today in PR, tomorrow in Argentina.
Change every day. Life tours, parties and concerts. Photo with fans, open DM.
He says: "I don't love you, I'm not very skilled." The cold neck, the deserted heart.
I put him in and suck his fingers. For fucking rich I get a trophy. That ass, baby, is from a museum.
I made her breastfeed on the walk.
That pussy is very wet, my bug has a board and I'll surf you. Baby, I'll break that toto like the ugly guys broke my door.
She is super beautiful and she is a Leo, I read it in her eyes.
Baby, I already crowned, you are in the joseo. Porsche and Cartier glasses, Puccinelli, and Brunello.
Don't fall in love with an artist, I have zero feelings. Come on, Nino.
-What do you want? -Tell me.
-How much is it? -How much do you want?
-Know. -Tell me.
-Oh, shit. -Where to?
-Up. -Up, no way out.
Going down from heaven to hell to look for my food.
What he doesn't want to trust is that I can't have friends.
She swears she doesn't feel love, I don't see her so determined.
We both know that there are moments experienced that are never forgotten.
That's why he kisses me again in case he never sees me again in his life.
Ours seems like an excessive mission, okay. Adrenaline junkie, okay.
Jumping without a parachute, okay. Burning the savings on good joints and tips.
Drowned in mud with the finest women.
Come on, Nino. Let's start because we didn't even see each other. I know well where we come from.
To the places we went. I don't even know how we came back, but we never regretted it.
If you want more, we will repeat it. And if he says that more is needed, I tell him. . .
-Come on, Nino. -What do you want?
-Tell me. -How much is it?
-How much do you want? -Know.
-Tell me. -Oh, shit.
-Where to? -Up.
Infinite.
-All. -Yes I like it.
-When do you want? -I repeat it.
-All. -Come on, Nino.
-What do you want? -Tell me.
-How much is it? -How much do you want?
-Know. -Tell me.
-Oh, shit. -Where to?
-Up. -Infinite.
-All. -Yes I like it.
-When do you want?
-I repeated it-- -no, what happened?
-Oh, sorry, did I touch something?
Hey, you accidentally turned off the song, but that's okay.
Oh, sorry, sorry, I didn't realize.
Sorry.