Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3000 (con Ikah) , by - ArtesRelease date: 01.12.2008
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3000 (con Ikah) , by - Artes3000 (con Ikah)(original) |
| Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
| Y es todo lo que hay |
| Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
| Que es todo lo que hay |
| Piso las cenizas de ciudades destruidas por el fuego |
| Mi huella queda igual que yo me quedo |
| Disparo mi mirada hacia ese humo en lo que queda de edificio |
| El sacrificio pienso un mal indicio |
| Todos los que vagan son heridos |
| Disparos en el aire son sonidos, y veo lo sucedido |
| El fin de nuestra estirpe por el odio, por dinero o por envidia |
| Casualmente me muero en la desidia |
| De no querer, solo estar en cuerpo y alma con el caos |
| Mueren en su blues mientras se esconden agachaos |
| Silban los balines y los cines son trincheras |
| Que a partir de ahora ya nunca creerán en la ficción |
| Existe solo acción |
| El gris de las paredes en las calles no se torna por color |
| Los cuerpos dan olor |
| Y mientras alguien danza su locura y solo piensa en qué es mejor |
| Yo escupo sangre sobre sangre |
| Pierdo los sentidos por el hambre, lluvias de calambre |
| Y rayos de los postes que hacen llamadas perdidas |
| Que nadie esperará en el otro lado de la línea |
| Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
| Y es todo lo que hay |
| Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
| Que es todo lo que hay |
| Son los enemigos de lo ajeno |
| Luchan por tu hambre y su terreno |
| En este gris infierno |
| Ya no existe el sol y lo veneran los que creen en el futuro |
| Aunque es un triste augurio |
| No hay respuesta a la llamada del grito |
| Mercenarios se arrepienten y lloran por su delito |
| Huele a democracia mutilada |
| Los reyes ni respiran |
| Duermen para siempre en la neblina |
| Cae en ese enero que promete ser el último |
| Hace más austero el sentimiento hacia algo puro |
| Son últimas gotas de esa lluvia radioactiva |
| Sobre caras que lloraban esa pérdida nefasta |
| Cuesta transmitir que todo es tan oscuro y tenue |
| Que mañana no se sabe si estaremos, grito ¡basta! |
| Todos siguen ese caos |
| La noche no me ayuda a comprender lo que ha pasa’o |
| Solo polvorientos rostros miran hacia a’lante |
| Burlan esqueletos de vehículos volcados ardientes |
| Ya no niños que lloren, solo hay hombres |
| Caer en el 3000 y ven el fin desde este borde |
| Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
| Y es todo lo que hay |
| Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
| Que es todo lo que hay |
| Hay gritos conscientes |
| Hay miedos latentes |
| Hay poco humano entre tanta gente |
| Y caen supervivientes |
| Hijos de padres que no nacieron |
| Que se creyeron ser reyes |
| Desde su propio agujero |
| Nos arrancamos la vida a tiras |
| Nos deslizamos por esta mentira |
| Dueños de un nada, el presente |
| Nos extirpamos el alma consciente |
| Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
| Y es todo lo que hay |
| Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
| Que es todo lo que hay |
| (translation) |
| Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
| And it's all there is |
| It remains only, the extensive dune |
| What is all there is |
| I tread the ashes of cities destroyed by fire |
| My footprint remains the same as I stay |
| I shoot my gaze at that smoke in what's left of the building |
| The sacrifice I think a bad sign |
| All who wander are hurt |
| Gunshots in the air are sounds, and I see what happened |
| The end of our lineage for hate, for money or for envy |
| I casually die in laziness |
| If you don't want to, just be body and soul with the chaos |
| They die in their blues as they hide crouch |
| The Balinese whistle and the cinemas are trenches |
| That from now on they will never believe in fiction |
| There is only action |
| The gray of the walls in the streets does not turn by color |
| bodies smell |
| And while someone dances his madness about him and only thinks about what is better |
| I spit blood on blood |
| I lose my senses from hunger, cramp rains |
| And lightning from the poles making missed calls |
| That no one will wait on the other side of the line |
| Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
| And it's all there is |
| It remains only, the extensive dune |
| What is all there is |
| They are the enemies of the alien |
| They fight for your hunger and their land |
| In this gray hell |
| The sun no longer exists and is venerated by those who believe in the future |
| Although it is a sad omen |
| There's no answer to the scream's call |
| Mercenaries repent and cry for their crime |
| It smells like mutilated democracy |
| Kings don't even breathe |
| They sleep forever in the haze |
| It falls in that January that promises to be the last |
| It makes the feeling towards something pure more austere |
| They are last drops of that radioactive fallout |
| About faces that mourned that dire loss |
| It's hard to convey that everything is so dark and dim |
| That tomorrow it is not known if we will be there, I shout enough! |
| Everyone follows that chaos |
| The night does not help me to understand what has happened |
| Only dusty faces look ahead |
| Taunt burning overturned vehicle skeletons |
| No longer crying children, there are only men |
| Fall into the 3000 and see the end from this edge |
| Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
| And it's all there is |
| It remains only, the extensive dune |
| What is all there is |
| There are conscious screams |
| There are latent fears |
| There is little human among so many people |
| And survivors fall |
| Children of parents who were not born |
| who thought they were kings |
| From his own hole |
| We tear our lives to shreds |
| We slip down this lie |
| Owners of a nothing, the present |
| We excised our conscious soul |
| Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
| And it's all there is |
| It remains only, the extensive dune |
| What is all there is |
Song tags: #3000
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| El par | 2008 |
| Soy | 2008 |
| Dosis exacta | 2008 |
| Mi primera vez | 2008 |
| La banda sonora de nuestras vidas | 2008 |
| Teatro de papel | 2008 |
| Nunca | 2012 |
| No es la Nouvelle Vague | 2012 |
| Dejame ser ft. Aaron, Artes, Hijo Pródigo | 2013 |
| Tontos | 2008 |
| Les rompo el cuello | 2008 |
| Al Reves | 2012 |
| Al revés | 2012 |
| Arriba | 2012 |
| De esto | 2012 |
| ...Como en la tierra | 2012 |
| ... Como en la tierra | 2012 |
| El último hombre de Europa | 2012 |
| Yo mono | 2012 |
| Rayos X | 2012 |