Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Artillería , by - Control Machete. Release date: 17.11.2021
Song language: Spanish
La Artillería(original) |
| Hasta la madre porque no fumo poco |
| Se enciende el foco cada vez que lo toco |
| Suena que truena el coco (ha), como si nada produce el corto |
| Vuelo sin mis alas puestas, no pierdo la paciencia |
| Tomo el tiempo suficiente pa' llenar el tanque |
| Seleccine lo mejor, vicio sin abuso |
| Vida que se lleva con el grito del consumo |
| Comprar, utilizar, acabar y asi llenar |
| Ese vacio que se siente, con solo estar |
| Aqui a un lado de ti, artillera de mi vida ven a mi |
| Simplemente reflejo de tierra |
| Especial estrella de la sierra |
| Ausencia en cantidad no en manera |
| Rueda y rueda, es seno, es vena |
| Diferente eterna en esfera |
| Dentro renueva, dentro opera |
| Lazos o trazos, humildes, amenas |
| No conocido, no siendo ajena |
| Propias, integras, siempre serenas |
| No pena en el diario tema |
| Llena la esfera bendicion morena |
| Cubre escena ofrendo y quema |
| Simplemente… la mera mera |
| Naturalmente vientre que encierra |
| Crea, dirige, evoca, no cierra |
| Despega, navega, planea |
| Libre nazca, viva, muera |
| Unos o unos cuantos afuera |
| Unos cuantos tantos suena |
| Llena santa mera mera |
| Mientras este, mientras pueda |
| Propias, integras serena |
| Agua, aire, fuego, hierba |
| Fuera de sio de su esquema |
| Bailas, hablas, brazas encima |
| Repeat chorus x3 |
| Luciarnagas frente a mi se consumen, y es dentro de mi |
| Que se desarolla esa sensacion de libertad, relajacion |
| Al fondo llegar para emerger salir y responder al deseo de flotar |
| Organizar tiempo y movimiento, distancia que se acorta |
| La verdad desde las alturas de mi mundo, la cura cultura |
| Siempre que procuro manejar la bala de plata, se desliza |
| Dejando huella |
| Repeat chorus x4 |
| Simplemente… x13 |
| (translation) |
| Even the mother because I don't smoke much |
| The spotlight turns on every time I touch it |
| It sounds like the coconut thunders (ha), as if nothing produces the short |
| I fly without my wings on, I don't lose my patience |
| I take enough time to fill the tank |
| Select the best, vice without abuse |
| Life that is led with the cry of consumption |
| Buy, use, finish and so fill |
| That emptiness that you feel, just by being |
| Here next to you, artillery of my life come to me |
| Simply ground reflection |
| Sierra Star Special |
| Absence in quantity not in manner |
| Wheel and wheel, it's breast, it's vein |
| Different eternal in sphere |
| Inside it renews, inside it operates |
| Bows or strokes, humble, pleasant |
| Not known, not being alien |
| Own, integrated, always serene |
| No penalty in the daily theme |
| Fill the sphere brown blessing |
| Covers scene offering and burning |
| Simply... the mere mere |
| naturally womb enclosing |
| Create, direct, evoke, do not close |
| Take off, sail, plan |
| Free born, live, die |
| A few or a few outside |
| a few so many sounds |
| Full Holy Mere Mere |
| While I'm here, while I can |
| Own, serene whole |
| water, air, fire, grass |
| Out of sio your schema |
| You dance, you talk, you brace on top |
| Repeat chorus x3 |
| Fireflies in front of me are consumed, and it is within me |
| That that sensation of freedom, relaxation develops |
| To the bottom to reach to emerge to emerge and respond to the desire to float |
| Organize time and movement, shortening distance |
| The truth from the heights of my world, the culture cure |
| Whenever I try to handle the silver bullet, it slides |
| leaving a mark |
| Repeatchorus x4 |
| Simply… x13 |