Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Escarlata , by - Anier. Release date: 12.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Escarlata , by - Anier. Escarlata(original) |
| ¿Cuál es el sentido de la vida? |
| El cerebro hace preguntas |
| El corazón da las respuestas |
| La vida no tiene sentido |
| ¡Vive! |
| ¡Vive! |
| Mírame a la cara pero pídeme perdón |
| Me salió barata la daga en el corazón |
| Mi sangre escarlata, bébete la poción |
| Quedarás majara y creo que eso no es lo mejor |
| Un diamante pulido es el que luce al exterior |
| Pero un chico reprimido se drogará pese al sol |
| Otro se enfada cuando pierde a un seguidor |
| Pero todo es fruto de vuestra puta imaginación |
| Tú haces pucheritos porque te da miedo el parque |
| Tienes la cabeza perfectamente amoldable |
| Piensas muy poquito, si quieres yo te echo un cable |
| Cátate mis temas pero escucha bien las frases |
| Siente que te fallo pero fállame, mátame |
| Hay ruido en la sala pero cálmense, duérmanse |
| Hay algún problema pero tiranse, ya no hay fe |
| Si no busco la puta solución; |
| nunca la tendré |
| Tu verás lo que harás, yo ya sé que correré |
| Suenan las sirenas si se acerca alguien con un 'por qué' |
| Censuran las mentes que se salen de su puto game |
| No quieren que te des cuenta de todo eso |
| Fuck su fame! |
| Qué farsa, te crees lo que cuentan y lo tragas |
| No sé cómo no te dan mal sabor sus palabras |
| Qué poco creas y aunque no lo creas eso salva |
| Si yo no creo en mi mundo y sigo en el tuyo me matan |
| Me enerva |
| Cuido la sangre que me envenena pa' que duela; |
| Y siga dando fruto pa' mis temas |
| Estoy gritando pero creo que tú de mientras; |
| agachas la cabeza y obedeces al |
| sistema |
| Me comporto para parecer un ser humano |
| Sintiéndome libre dentro de un millón de esclavos |
| En mentes, que están mal y van llorando |
| Pero no mueven ni un puto dedo para resolverlo |
| Cada vez que salgo a la calle me enveneno |
| Niños tristes llorando, mirando para el suelo |
| Caras largas de currantes en el metro |
| Y ojitos que me ponen con lástima to' los perros |
| No voy a vivir por vuestra mierda de sueldo |
| Tengo claro que me saco una choza con esto |
| Si me sale mal sé que me sobrará un huevo |
| Para buscarme la vida y vivir por cuatro euros |
| Es que la diferencia entre nosotros es esta; |
| Yo sé lo que quiero y tú no sabes una mierda |
| Tú vives como te han enseñado y a la mierda! |
| Qué sepas que tu futuro será una puta mierda |
| Claro, claro que duele escribir dolencias |
| Pero al menos intento conseguir que alguien me entienda |
| Me atrapa un círculo vicioso que endeuda |
| Lo digo claro, corre y sálvese quién pueda |
| No es el arma quien dispara, ni la droga la que mata |
| Sino las personas que nunca han sabido usarla |
| La impotencia que el artista y es el que se engancha |
| Aunque contar tanta mierda a veces da vergüenza |
| Tú me ves sufrir y crees que somos iguales |
| Pero no tienes ni puta idea de mis percales |
| No sabes quién aunque entre to' los chavales |
| Idolatráis a Anier por contar cuatro retales |
| Claro, claro que sois to’s muy subnormales |
| No te puedes poner un precio si no lo vales |
| Sé que la verdad muchas veces te duele |
| Pero pagaría por escuchar solamente verdades |
| Busco la calma para evadirme |
| Te regalo mi mente y no querrás sustituirme |
| Si quieres algo; |
| empieza por hablarme |
| Soy la mancha que no puede diluirse |
| Ya no sé si me siento vacía o llena |
| En algún lugar deben permanecer todas mis letras |
| La cicatriz que me escuece, ya me envenena |
| Y la sangre que pierdes se me convierte en arena |
| En un desierto justificando el paso del tiempo |
| Hablo de segundos; |
| de segundos que no tengo |
| Me invento una línea imaginaria de momentos |
| Que rompería si tuvieran carne y hueso |
| Me rompo, pero sé que me reconstruyo |
| No toques lo que algún día dejó de ser tuyo |
| A pesar de ser un huracán sé que fluyo |
| No conozco tu futuro pero me lo intuyo |
| Eyo!, sé que me estoy partiendo todo el cuello |
| Fallo!, pero me enorgullezco por ello |
| Gallo!, se vuelve gallina ante el resto |
| No me dieron tinta pero dejaré mi sello |
| Soy una gacela en una jaula pa' leones |
| Harta de escuchar vuestras supersticiones |
| A mi me la suda que tú nunca me valores |
| Pero no pises mi jardín si estoy sembrando flores |
| No cierres mi mente matando a los pensadores |
| Ni digas 'para siempre' si prometes y lo rompes |
| Miro pal' frente esperando tiempos mejores |
| Si mata la avaricia de escribir tantos renglones |
| (translation) |
| What is the meaning of life? |
| The brain asks questions |
| The heart gives the answers |
| Life has no meaning |
| It lives! |
| It lives! |
| Look me in the face but ask me for forgiveness |
| The dagger in my heart was cheap |
| My scarlet blood, drink the potion |
| You will be crazy and I think that is not the best |
| A polished diamond is the one that shines on the outside |
| But a repressed boy will take drugs despite the sun |
| Another gets angry when he loses a follower |
| But it's all the fruit of your fucking imagination |
| You pout because you are afraid of the park |
| You have a perfectly adaptable head |
| You think very little, if you want I'll give you a cable |
| Catate my songs but listen well to the phrases |
| Feel that I fail you but fail me, kill me |
| There is noise in the room but calm down, go to sleep |
| There is a problem but throw yourself away, there is no faith anymore |
| If I don't look for the fucking solution; |
| i will never have it |
| You will see what you will do, I already know that I will run |
| Sirens sound if someone approaches with a 'why' |
| They censor the minds that get out of their fucking game |
| They don't want you to realize all that |
| Fuck her fame! |
| What a farce, you believe what they say and swallow it |
| I don't know how his words don't taste bad to you |
| How little you believe and even if you don't believe it, that saves |
| If I don't believe in my world and I continue in yours, they kill me |
| it unnerves me |
| I take care of the blood that poisons me so that it hurts; |
| And continue to bear fruit for my songs |
| I'm screaming but I think you meanwhile; |
| you bow your head and obey the |
| system |
| I behave to appear human |
| Feeling free inside a million slaves |
| In minds, that they are wrong and are crying |
| But they don't lift a fucking finger to solve it |
| Every time I go out I poison myself |
| Sad children crying, looking at the ground |
| Long faces of workers in the subway |
| And little eyes that make me feel sorry for all the dogs |
| I ain't gonna live for your shit pay |
| I am clear that I get a hut with this |
| If it goes wrong I know that I will have an egg left over |
| To find my life and live for four euros |
| It is that the difference between us is this; |
| I know what I want and you don't know shit |
| You live as you have been taught and fuck it! |
| Know that your future will be fucking shit |
| Of course, of course it hurts to write ailments |
| But at least I'm trying to get someone to understand me |
| I am trapped by a vicious circle that indebts |
| I say it clearly, run and save yourself who can |
| It is not the gun that shoots, nor the drug that kills |
| But the people who have never known how to use it |
| The impotence that the artist and is the one who gets hooked |
| Although telling so much shit is sometimes embarrassing |
| You see me suffer and you think we are the same |
| But you have no fucking idea about my calicoes |
| You don't know who although among all the kids |
| You idolize Anier for counting four remnants |
| Of course, of course you are all very subnormal |
| You can't put a price on yourself if you're not worth it |
| I know that the truth often hurts you |
| But I would pay to hear only truths |
| I seek calm to escape |
| I give you my mind and you will not want to replace me |
| If you want something; |
| start by talking to me |
| I am the stain that cannot be diluted |
| I don't know if I feel empty or full anymore |
| Somewhere all my lyrics must stay |
| The scar that stings me already poisons me |
| And the blood that you lose turns to sand for me |
| In a desert justifying the passage of time |
| I'm talking about seconds; |
| of seconds that I don't have |
| I invent an imaginary line of moments |
| What would break if they had flesh and blood |
| I break, but I know I rebuild myself |
| Do not touch what one day ceased to be yours |
| Despite being a hurricane I know that I flow |
| I don't know your future but I sense it |
| Eyo! I know I'm breaking my whole neck |
| I fail!, but I am proud of it |
| Rooster!, turns chicken before the rest |
| They gave me no ink but I'll leave my stamp |
| I am a gazelle in a cage for lions |
| Sick of listening to your superstitions |
| It makes me sweat that you never value me |
| But don't step on my garden if I'm planting flowers |
| Don't close my mind killing the thinkers |
| Don't even say 'forever' if you promise and break it |
| I look ahead waiting for better times |
| If the greed of writing so many lines kills |