Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playas Congeladas, artist - Agua Negra. Album song Aguacero, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soltec
Song language: Spanish
Playas Congeladas(original) |
Que el cielo se abra |
La calle está en flama |
Acá no se descansa (no) |
Playas congeladas |
Que el cielo se abra (lo declaro) |
La calle está en flama (oh-woah) |
Acá no se descansa (oh-woah) |
Playas congeladas |
En un paisaje glorioso de nieve |
Aspirando humos de las palmeras fosforescente |
El que no pierde todo, no sabe |
Todavía escucho la voz de mi padre sobre los Andes |
No me comparen con nadie, por los portales |
Veo todo los detalles, cóndor entre volcanes |
Estos cobardes se creen importante |
Porque lavan sus calzones en las redes sociales |
Pórtate bien o aprontate, no vale |
Corrió sangre debajo de las ataúdes colgantes |
Pa' los dólares no son leales |
Pa’l porcentaje, hay que tener más que dos planes |
No confíes en la apariencia |
Que tu socio puede ser la rata en la última cena |
Quiebra tu promesa |
Y sin advertencia llegan como zetas en camioneta |
Que el cielo se abra |
La calle está en flama |
Acá no se descansa |
Playas congeladas (yeah, yeah) |
Que el cielo se abra (oh-woah) |
La calle está en flama (oh-woah) |
Acá no se descansa (oh-woah) |
Playas congeladas |
Niño de nieve con sangre caliente |
Derritiendome entre paredes inmensas y fuertes |
Desde el ghetto hasta el oriente pa' toda mi gente |
Mi respeto pa' todo aquel con corazón valiente |
Brisas congeladas abrasan las calles |
Escasas pasan las caras de lacras |
Por los barrios donde te estafan el alma |
Polvo blanco en mi entrañas, el diablo me engaña |
Hoy será mañana por mi madre santa |
Hola soledad, mi mente te esperaba (te esperaba) |
Voy a colocarme un poco de esperanza |
Mi ciudad no duerme, sueñan despiertos haciendo transa |
Pero pocos suelen hacerlo bien, no todos encajan |
Somos leyendas eternas pa' que lo sepan |
Ustedes no están de na', ni pa' cocinarme una arepa |
Llevamos siglos haciendo el arte de calle |
Ustedes creen que saben, pero no saben ni madre |
Que el cielo se abra |
La calle está en flama |
Acá no se descansa |
Playas congeladas (yeah, yeah) |
Que el cielo se abra (oh-woah) |
La calle está en flama (oh-woah) |
Acá no se descansa (oh-woah) |
Playas congeladas (oh-oh-oh) |
Na-na-na-na |
Na-na-na-na |
Que el cielo se abra |
Oh-woah-oh |
Oh, oh, oh, yeah |
(translation) |
let the sky open |
the street is on fire |
You don't rest here (no) |
frozen beaches |
Let the sky open (I declare it) |
The street is on fire (oh-woah) |
You don't rest here (oh-woah) |
frozen beaches |
In a glorious landscape of snow |
Inhaling fumes from phosphorescent palm trees |
He who does not lose everything, he does not know |
I still hear my father's voice over the Andes |
Do not compare me with anyone, by the portals |
I see all the details, condor between volcanoes |
These cowards think they're important |
Because they wash their underwear on social media |
Behave or get ready, it's not okay |
Blood flowed under the hanging coffins |
Pa' the dollars are not loyal |
For the percentage, you have to have more than two plans |
Don't trust appearance |
That your partner can be the rat at the last supper |
break your promise |
And without warning they arrive like Zetas in a van |
let the sky open |
the street is on fire |
Here you do not rest |
frozen beaches (yeah, yeah) |
Let the sky open up (oh-woah) |
The street is on fire (oh-woah) |
You don't rest here (oh-woah) |
frozen beaches |
Snow boy with warm blood |
Melting between huge and strong walls |
From the ghetto to the east for all my people |
My respect for everyone with a brave heart |
Frozen breezes scorch the streets |
Few pass the faces of scourges |
Through the neighborhoods where they cheat your soul |
White powder in my gut, the devil deceives me |
Today will be tomorrow for my holy mother |
Hello loneliness, my mind was waiting for you (I was waiting for you) |
I'm going to place myself a little hope |
My city does not sleep, they daydream doing trans |
But few usually do it well, not all fit |
We are eternal legends so that they know |
You are not in na', not even to cook me an arepa |
We have been doing street art for centuries |
You think you know, but you don't even know |
let the sky open |
the street is on fire |
Here you do not rest |
frozen beaches (yeah, yeah) |
Let the sky open up (oh-woah) |
The street is on fire (oh-woah) |
You don't rest here (oh-woah) |
Frozen beaches (oh-oh-oh) |
Na-na-na-na |
Na-na-na-na |
let the sky open |
Oh-woah-oh |
oh oh oh yeah |