Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song En el andén , by - AMBKOR. Release date: 30.12.2014
Song language: Spanish
En el andén(original) |
| You said you’d never lie to me |
| You said i’d be your only one |
| Me acuerdo de Laura, de Alicante |
| De todos los billetes de tren, de ilusionarme |
| De armarme de valor con sus padres |
| De ser la envidia de todos los rapers por la cifra con mis maques |
| El día cero llegó, se fue el sol cuando subí a ese tren |
| Todos me buscan y yo sigo en el andén, man |
| Si quieres realidad, te invito a un trago |
| Si quieres polla, tengo nabo, vamos al lavabo |
| Soy Rock N´Roll, un puto esclavo; |
| cristal y vaho |
| El bien soy yo, el mal es Mao, mi rap tu caos |
| Acabas KO, la casa por el teja’o |
| Semana de promo, me alojo en plaza del Callao (yao) |
| Soy lo que ves, no escondo nada |
| Cambio conciertos por 2 entradas, caricias por mamadas |
| Soy pura droga para pavas, no lo entiendo |
| Ellas pensando en mí, yo pensando en mi Fan Facebook |
| Ambkor es puro, veneno pa’l que sangra |
| Ambkor bendición, perdición, fijo, a la larga |
| Sé del que guarda pa' mañana y no soy yo (No, no) |
| Sé del que guarda el corazón para ocasión y se queda solo |
| Ese sí soy yo y ya no controlo (No) |
| Cuento las frases por si digo mucho y no te menciono |
| Siempre te querré aunque no lo diga |
| Me siento Messi, andando, viendo pasar La Liga |
| Cuando persiga y no consiga, dime algo |
| Mientras, cierra el pico, chico e intenta igualarlo |
| Sigo intentando ser feliz, me queda poco |
| La muerte llega pronto, lo noto, mira mis fotos |
| Estoy jodido, tengo 25 |
| Tengo la fama de Lennon, me siento Ringo |
| Otro domingo tirado en casa, pensando en rap |
| ¿Otro domingo? |
| A ver, qué coño pasa si no estás |
| Es algo más típico de mí que de ti |
| Desidia en casa, sobras de espagueti |
| Una ración de ayer, en el suelo hayan confeti |
| Tengo corazón como el Atleti, subo y bajo como el Betis |
| Sé que mejoro, como el vino, ven a verme |
| Si me hago viejo, me corto el pelo y vuelvo a 2009 |
| Soy un filósofo, que no un poeta |
| Raper de mierda, serás poeta cuando lluevan bicicletas |
| No confundamos a la gente, escribimos y ya está |
| Si tú eres Neruda, yo el Rey Baltasar, man |
| Hago mi disco pa' mamá |
| Y si hablo de amor y te molesta, nadie te invitó a escuchar |
| You said you’d never lie to me |
| You said i’d be your only one |
| Tren de vuelta a casa |
| (translation) |
| You said you'd never lie to me |
| You said i'd be your only one |
| I remember Laura, from Alicante |
| Of all the train tickets, of getting excited |
| To steel myself with their parents |
| From being the envy of all rappers for the number with my maques |
| Day zero came, the sun went down when I got on that train |
| Everyone is looking for me and I'm still on the platform, man |
| If you want reality, I buy you a drink |
| If you want dick, I have dick, let's go to the bathroom |
| I'm Rock N' Roll, a fucking slave; |
| glass and mist |
| Good is me, evil is Mao, my rap is your chaos |
| You just KO, the house by the tile |
| Promo week, I stay in Plaza del Callao (yao) |
| I am what you see, I hide nothing |
| I change concerts for 2 tickets, caresses for blowjobs |
| I'm pure drug for turkeys, I don't understand |
| They thinking of me, me thinking of my Fan Facebook |
| Ambkor is pure, poison for the one who bleeds |
| Ambkor blessing, bane, fixed, eventually |
| I know the one who saves for tomorrow and it's not me (No, no) |
| I know the one who saves his heart for occasion and is left alone |
| That is me and I no longer control (No) |
| I count the sentences in case I say a lot and I don't mention you |
| I will always love you even if I don't say it |
| I feel like Messi, walking, watching La Liga go by |
| When he chase and don't get, tell me something |
| While he shut up boy and try to match it |
| I keep trying to be happy, I have little left |
| Death comes soon, I feel it, look at my photos |
| I'm fucked, I'm 25 |
| I have the fame of Lennon, I feel like Ringo |
| Another Sunday lying at home, thinking about rap |
| Another Sunday? |
| Let's see, what the hell happens if you're not here |
| It is something more typical of me than of you |
| Sloth at home, leftover spaghetti |
| A portion of yesterday, on the floor there are confetti |
| I have a heart like Atleti, I go up and down like Betis |
| I know I'm getting better, like wine, come see me |
| If I get old, I cut my hair and go back to 2009 |
| I am a philosopher, not a poet |
| Fucking rapper, you'll be a poet when it rains bikes |
| Let's not confuse people, we write and that's it |
| If you are Neruda, I am King Baltasar, man |
| I make my record for mom |
| And if I talk about love and it bothers you, no one invited you to listen |
| You said you'd never lie to me |
| You said i'd be your only one |
| train back home |