Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Si Señor, artist - Control Machete. Date of issue: 17.11.2021
Song language: Spanish
Si Señor(original) |
| Dorado y creciendo maduro en mi tierra |
| Listo para volar mientras mi gente espera |
| Espigas que voy yo sembrando |
| Para ver si germinan |
| Viento del norte pensamiento y vida |
| A San Pedro lo traigo entre el Aliento y saliva que suelto |
| Cada momento que siento correcto |
| Y lo hago completo y directo |
| Si senor, si senor (Viene, viene, viene, viene) |
| Viento, caricias, levedad y sabor |
| Si senor, si senor |
| Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor |
| Suelo presente, esperando en represente, |
| Baja por las noches me arrulla yo inconsiente |
| En mi vientre los segundos pasados, cargados |
| Tatuados en mi espalda empapados aunados |
| A espamos de llanto y de risa |
| He andado sin causas sin prisas |
| Asi de lento el momento y no termina |
| Asi de lento cruzando entre las espinas |
| Dime que se siente, dime que se siente |
| Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente |
| Dime que se siente, dime si presientes |
| Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente |
| El olor de mi terreno penetra en el cerebro |
| Se integra al sistema y toma mi cuerpo |
| Lo hace flotar, respirar y tranquilo |
| Estoy en el sitio como para ir a sembrar un poco |
| Y despues recogerlo poco a poco |
| Llevarlo a mi bodega, y ver lo que me interesa |
| Lo bueno, lo malo… |
| Viene y viene el que ausenta la mantiene |
| Espesa, viene y viene, |
| Viento, caricias, levedad y sabor |
| Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor |
| (translation) |
| Golden and growing ripe on my land |
| Ready to fly while my people wait |
| Spikes that I am sowing |
| To see if they germinate |
| North wind thought and life |
| I bring San Pedro between the breath and saliva that I release |
| Every moment that feels right |
| And I make it full and direct |
| Yes sir, yes sir (Comes, comes, comes, comes) |
| Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor |
| Yes sir, yes sir |
| Fire, smiles, reality and pain |
| Soil present, waiting on behalf, |
| Come down at night I lull myself unconscious |
| In my belly the seconds passed, loaded |
| tattooed on my back soaked together |
| Spasms of tears and laughter |
| I have walked without causes without haste |
| So slow the moment and it doesn't end |
| So slow crossing between the thorns |
| Tell me what it feels like, tell me what it feels like |
| Tell me that you feel the sweat on your forehead |
| Tell me what it feels like, tell me if you sense |
| Tell me that you feel the sweat on your forehead |
| The smell of my land penetrates the brain |
| Integrate into the system and take over my body |
| Makes you float, breathe and calm |
| I'm in the right place to go plant a little |
| And then pick it up little by little |
| Take it to my cellar, and see what interests me |
| The good, the bad... |
| Comes and comes the one who is absent maintains it |
| Thick, it comes and it comes, |
| Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor |
| Fire, smiles, reality and pain |