Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Protocolo, artist - Banzai FC
Date of issue: 28.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
Protocolo(original) |
Me despierta la luz, un jazz, un blues |
Al costado del cachete, veo un poco de rush |
Push, algo me empuja en las costillas |
No le doy importancia, hoy el día brilla |
Vuelvo a servir el vaso aunque rebalse con la ultima gota |
En este momento, nada me importa |
Bebo licor, bailo en pelotas |
Mi mente extasiada, mi pecho explota |
Pero veo toda esa gente caminar con mala cara |
Pibes descalzos bajo un cartel de las Nike más caras |
Piden una ayuda, pero a todos les resbala |
La seguridad de su país solo regala balas |
Diganme que no es en serio |
Que me muestran tantos fines sin proporcionar los medios |
Diganme que no es en serio |
Que esperan que después de esto no quiera empezar un incendio |
No voy a parar de vibrar, agitar |
Escabiar y gritar que esa es mi virtud |
Aunque quieran callar apalear deformar |
Dominar y juzgar mi actitud |
Sin descansar me voy a levantar |
Y tagearle al facho su puto ataúd |
Aunque vaya a estallar y esto pueda fallar |
Voy a dejar el alma por toda mi crew |
Me quieren moldear como a una escultura |
Yo voy a volar hasta mi sepultura |
Quemar y gozar de un verde en la luna |
Ver el mundo girar con una buena altura |
No sé qué está bien, no sé qué está mal |
Me fijo en la esencia, odio la moral |
Confundo el principio, el nudo y el final |
Fruto natural anti-artificial |
Vuelve la paz |
Una brisa que me alivia como un Alikal |
Una de cal, ninguna buena |
Trescientas mal, pero de pronto ahí hay alguna que vale la pena |
Y che qué pena, nena, no llores más en esta noche |
Puedo acompañarte a pata, no tengo coche |
Pero mi cerebro es descapotable |
Para que veas mi funcionamiento interno y to' mi' cable' |
No quiero hablarte, todo es tan inmenso |
Prefiero acompañarte con un silencio |
Sí, con un silencio |
Una nube de protesta vuelve a tapar la luz |
Resuena a la mañana en la parada de un bus |
Uf, el pibe desayuna mezcla de ron con yogurt |
Es que al hambre y a la angustia no les importa el glamour |
Diganme que no es en serio |
Que me muestran tantos fines sin proporcionar los medios |
Diganme que no es en serio |
Que esperan que después de esto no quiera empezar un incendio |
Miles de familias quedan sin trabajo |
Y otros en sus rimas hablando de fajos |
La vida lastima la plata escatima |
Y encima al de arriba le importa un carajo |
A la deriva en un mar de altibajos |
Al que mal me mira, va un escupitajo |
Mi alma delira y traspira lagrimas |
Que sacian la sed que tu ausencia me trajo |
Es mi protocolo y te lo detallo |
La mala hierba se corta de tallo |
La buena la fumo y me estallo |
El que calla otorga y ni a palos me callo |
No sé que está bien, no sé qué está mal |
Me fijo en la esencia, odio la moral |
Confundo el principio, nudo y el final |
Fruto natural anti-artificial |
(translation) |
The light wakes me up, a jazz, a blues |
On the side of the cheek, I see a little rush |
Push, something pushes me in the ribs |
I do not give it importance, today the day shines |
I serve the glass again even if it overflows with the last drop |
Right now, nothing matters to me |
I drink liquor, I dance in balls |
My mind ecstatic, my chest explodes |
But I see all those people walking with a bad face |
Barefoot kids under a poster of the most expensive Nike |
They ask for help, but everyone slips |
The security of your country only gives away bullets |
tell me it's not serious |
That show me so many ends without providing the means |
tell me it's not serious |
They hope that after this I don't want to start a fire |
I won't stop vibrating, shaking |
sneak and shout that this is my virtue |
Although they want to shut up, beat up, deform |
Master and judge my attitude |
Without resting I'm going to get up |
And tag the facho with his fucking coffin |
Even if it's going to explode and this can fail |
I'm going to leave my soul for all my crew |
They want to mold me like a sculpture |
I'm going to fly to my grave |
Burn and enjoy a green on the moon |
See the world spin with a good height |
I don't know what's right, I don't know what's wrong |
I look at the essence, I hate morals |
I confuse the beginning, the knot and the end |
Natural anti-artificial fruit |
peace returns |
A breeze that soothes me like an Alikal |
One lime, none good |
Three hundred wrong, but suddenly there is one worthwhile |
And what a pity, baby, don't cry anymore tonight |
I can walk you, I don't have a car |
But my brain is convertible |
So you can see my inner workings and all my cable |
I don't want to talk to you, everything is so immense |
I prefer to accompany you with a silence |
Yes, with a silence |
A cloud of protest covers the light again |
It resounds in the morning at a bus stop |
Uf, the kid has breakfast with a mixture of rum and yogurt |
It's that hunger and anguish don't care about glamor |
tell me it's not serious |
That show me so many ends without providing the means |
tell me it's not serious |
They hope that after this I don't want to start a fire |
Thousands of families are left without work |
And others in their rhymes talking about bundles |
life hurts money skimps |
And on top of that, the one above doesn't give a damn |
Adrift in a sea of ups and downs |
To the one who looks at me badly, a spit goes |
My soul raves and sweats tears |
That quench the thirst that your absence brought me |
It is my protocol and I will detail it for you |
The weed is cut from the stem |
I smoke the good one and I explode |
The one who is silent grants and I don't even shut up |
I don't know what's right, I don't know what's wrong |
I look at the essence, I hate morals |
I confuse the beginning, knot and the end |
Natural anti-artificial fruit |