Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Límites , by - CallejerosRelease date: 20.03.2006
Song language: Spanish
Límites(original) |
| Entre canciones de duda y la calle hambrienta |
| Por ese limite … la vida siempre ira |
| Y viendo como mi cordura y locura se enfrentan sin sesar |
| hacia algun lado, algun dia, esta vida se inclinara … |
| Entre lo que te toca y lo que te dejen hacer |
| Por ese limite … la vida siempre ira |
| La boca de una mujer ajena, matarte o salir a matar … |
| Ser pobre, ser rico, crecer en la calle o crecer para el vicio |
| en el que muchos se van callendo sin caminar. |
| El silencio del campo .el ruido de la ciudad |
| no van a bastar para que encuentres todo aquello que necesitas |
| Hay muchos limites alla afuera |
| y hay otros mucho peores en lo mas ondo de tu verdad |
| Cuanta gila mas va a ensuciar tu alma |
| Helada y en llamas, tu cuerda se va a cortar |
| No existe ningun purgatorio .las cuentas las vas a rendir aca ! |
| Ya no habra nada mas que tu cara y el ultimo limite para cruzar |
| Cuanta gila mas… |
| El silencio del campo .el ruido de la ciudad |
| no van a bastar para que encuentres todo aquello que necesitas |
| Hay muchos limites alla afuera |
| y hay otros mucho peores en lo mas ondo de tu verdad… |
| (translation) |
| Between songs of doubt and the hungry street |
| For that limit ... life will always go |
| And watching as my sanity and insanity collide endlessly |
| somewhere, someday, this life will lean... |
| Between what you get and what they let you do |
| For that limit ... life will always go |
| The mouth of someone else's woman, kill you or go out to kill... |
| Being poor, being rich, growing up on the street or growing up for vice |
| in which many fall without walking. |
| The silence of the countryside. The noise of the city. |
| they will not be enough for you to find everything you need |
| There are many limits out there |
| and there are others much worse in the depths of your truth |
| How much more gila is going to dirty your soul |
| Frozen and on fire, your rope will be cut |
| There is no purgatory. You will render the accounts here! |
| There will be nothing but your face and the last limit to cross |
| How much more cool... |
| The silence of the countryside. The noise of the city. |
| they will not be enough for you to find everything you need |
| There are many limits out there |
| and there are others much worse in the depths of your truth... |