Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuando Era Pequeño, artist - Kaydy Cain.
Date of issue: 26.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Cuando Era Pequeño(original) |
Cuando era pequeño, soñaba pesetas |
Ahora sueño euros, luzco buenas prendas |
Aún amo el dinero, lo llevo en la pena |
Moriré con ello, aunque me dé pena |
Cuando era pequeño, soñaba pesetas |
Casi todo el mundo eran marionetas |
Menos un flaquito, que siempre destacaba |
Venía en distintos coches, todos buenas marcas |
Siempre buena ropa, distinta zorra |
Decían que tenía coca, y huevos de sobra |
Yo quería ser como él, llevar Cartier |
Joyas en mi mano que me deslumbren al ver |
Y empecé a mover, como él lo hacía |
Aunque lo mío no fuera la misma mercancía |
Me compré mi primer carro, ya con diecisiete |
Lo llevaba al barrio, como hacía el torete |
Fui a celebrarlo con mi hermano tete |
Salimos juntos a vacilar y a mirar ojetes |
En un semáforo a mi lado se paró el flaquito |
Ahora llevaba un Porsche negro y no era tan flaquito |
Quise saludarle y no me dió tiempo |
Le tirotearon en ese mismo momento |
Cuando era pequeño, soñaba pesetas |
Ahora sueño euros, luzco buenas prendas |
Aún amo el dinero, lo llevo en la pena |
Moriré con ello, aunque me dé pena |
Cuando era pequeño, soñaba pesetas |
Ahora sueño euros, luzco buenas prendas |
Aún amo el dinero, lo llevo en la vena |
Moriré con ello, aunque me dé pena |
(translation) |
When I was little, I dreamed pesetas |
Now I dream euros, I wear good clothes |
I still love money, I carry it in sorrow |
I will die with it, even if I feel sorry for it |
When I was little, I dreamed pesetas |
Almost everyone was puppets |
Except for one skinny guy, who always stood out |
He came in different cars, all good brands |
Always good clothes, different bitch |
They said that he had coke, and eggs to spare |
I wanted to be like him, wear Cartier |
Jewels in my hand that dazzle me to see |
And I started to move, as he did |
Although mine was not the same merchandise |
I bought my first car, when I was seventeen |
I took him to the neighborhood, as the bullfighter did |
I went to celebrate it with my brother Tete |
We went out together to hesitate and look at eyelets |
The skinny guy stopped at a traffic light next to me |
Now he drove a black Porsche and he wasn't so skinny |
I wanted to say hello and he didn't give me time |
They shot him at that very moment |
When he was little, he dreamed pesetas |
Now I dream euros, I wear good clothes |
I still love money, I carry it in sorrow |
I will die with it, even if I feel sorry for it |
When I was little, I dreamed pesetas |
Now I dream euros, I wear good clothes |
I still love money, it's in my vein |
I will die with it, even if I feel sorry for it |