Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sin Solución, artist - Canteca de macao.
Date of issue: 05.05.2005
Song language: Spanish
Sin Solución(original) |
Vivo en un mundo perdido que no lo consigo |
Por mas que me aplico no encuentro el camino |
Y sera mi egoismo, sera mi destino |
Pero no encuentro el senitdo, no encuentro el sentido |
Y es el terror que baja mi cuerpo |
Que me oscuerece y se mete por dentro |
Que se restriega y siempre jodiendo, siempre doliendo |
Y siempre la misma cancion, siempre la misma cancion |
Sin solucion, siempre la misma cancion |
Siempre siempre sin solucion, sin solucion |
Y asi es la vida del emigrante: |
Siempre surcando por tierra extraña |
Dificil en España, tirar palante |
Nadie mira al frente entre tanta gente (x2) |
Y esque no lo puedo comprender |
(que nada me sale bien) |
Y esque no lo puedo comprender! |
Y oralele! |
juanito dale! |
no se sienten a descansar! |
No se rindan! |
no se vendan! |
El baile no ha hecho mas que comenzar |
Un planeta hecho mas que conversacion |
Suenan palabras desde el mismo cielo |
Un lenguaje para todos los pueblos |
Un mismo mar, y una misma selva |
Aqui es aqui, alla es alla un indio en el centro social |
Un insumiso de la comunidad, en cada barrio de cada ciudad |
Aqui es aqui, alla es alla |
No se rindan, no se venzan, no se sienten a descansar |
Escuchale, sientalo, muevalo |
Estos son los ritmos que me salen del corazon! |
Y siempre la misma cancion, siempre la misma cancion |
Ay! |
sin solucion, siempre la misma cancion! |
Siempre siempre, sin solucion |
(translation) |
I live in a lost world that I can't |
As much as I apply myself, I can't find the way |
And it will be my selfishness, it will be my destiny |
But I don't make sense, I don't make sense |
And it is the terror that descends my body |
That darkens me and gets inside |
That rubs and always fucking, always hurting |
And always the same song, always the same song |
No solution, always the same song |
Always always without solution, without solution |
And this is the life of the emigrant: |
Always crossing a strange land |
Difficult in Spain, throw palante |
No one looks ahead among so many people (x2) |
And I can't understand it |
(that nothing goes right for me) |
And I can't understand it! |
And oralle! |
juanito give it! |
do not sit down to rest! |
Do not give up! |
do not sell! |
The dance has only just begun |
A planet made more than conversation |
Words sound from the same sky |
A language for all peoples |
The same sea, and the same jungle |
Here is here, there is there an Indian in the social center |
A rebel from the community, in every neighborhood of every city |
Here is here, there is there |
Don't give up, don't give up, don't sit down to rest |
Hear it, feel it, move it |
These are the rhythms that come from my heart! |
And always the same song, always the same song |
Oh! |
no solution, always the same song! |
Always always, without solution |