Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Periquito, artist - Costa. Date of issue: 03.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Periquito(original) |
| Letra de «Periquito» |
| No invoco a nadie porque yo ya estoy maldito |
| Sigo mezclando jäggermeister con perico |
| En mi epitafio pone soy drogata y loco |
| Ya no jodo lo que toco lo machaco y me coloco |
| Pussy rapper, flexin' y no tienen chavos |
| Visto con un buen piquete y es más caro que mi carro |
| Me separo de esta vida y a la muerte yo la agarro |
| Ponte, puta, no te paro, yo disparo a bocajarro |
| Me han quitado cuatro gramos en la entrada, son chinarro |
| Mataría a un policía sin piedad con su cacharro |
| Mi periquito canta, te duerme y te hipnotiza |
| Eso que tu mueves lo probé y me sabe a tiza |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Bandolero, vago, pero un buen traqueto |
| Están vendiendo humo y no saben lo que es respeto |
| En el parque armas escondidas entre setos |
| Soy un búho, hago dinero, ya ni vuelo |
| Gobierno mi reino lo vuelco y no la peino |
| Sapos y periqueros vienen, quieren mi veneno |
| No quieras ser yo, porque vivo en un infierno |
| La maldición eterna sin cura para este enfermo |
| Todo lo que tuve sagrado lo ha quemado un incendio |
| Maldita sombra que me está enloqueciendo |
| Por darte ruina, madre, lo siento |
| Paso la noche, si, fumando y bebiendo |
| Me drogao' todo y por aquí nada es más fuerte que yo |
| Harto de sangre con la muerte, con la luna y el sol |
| A medianoche cuento a atrás para perder el control |
| Mi epitafio está muy aclaro, este es aguado en alcohol |
| Ni en la caja del velorio yo prodré estar sobrio |
| Mi Vía Crucis por los bares, si, del purgatorio |
| Duermo sobre clavos rotos y nunca me araño |
| Me pulo en cuatro días, zorra, lo que tú en un año |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Para el cajero, guerrillero, galosina y fuego |
| Me alegro cuando un kinki loco apuñala a un madero |
| El callejero, el montonero, los nervios de acero |
| Y solo he descubierto el fuego porque mato y muero |
| Viva la droga, los bandidos y viva la calle |
| Me mamo siempre a reventar y me pongo de ya ves |
| Le hablo a todos los demonios y chamanes |
| Y en el barrio me conocen todos los jefes de los clanes |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito |
| Periquito, periquito… |
| (translation) |
| "Parakeet" lyrics |
| I don't summon anyone because I'm already cursed |
| I keep mixing jäggermeister with parakeet |
| In my epitaph it says I'm a drug addict and crazy |
| I no longer fuck what I touch, I crush it and get high |
| Pussy rapper, flexin' and they ain't got no kids |
| Seen with a good picket and it's more expensive than my car |
| I separate myself from this life and I grab death |
| Put on, whore, I don't stop you, I shoot at close range |
| They took four grams from me at the entrance, they are chinarro |
| He would kill a policeman mercilessly with his jalopy |
| My parakeet sings, puts you to sleep and hypnotizes you |
| I tried that thing that you move and it tastes like chalk to me |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| Brigand, bum, but a good traqueto |
| They're selling smoke and they don't know what respect is |
| In the park weapons hidden between hedges |
| I'm an owl, I make money, I don't fly anymore |
| Government my kingdom I overturn it and I do not comb it |
| Toads and parakeets come, they want my poison |
| Don't want to be me, because I live in hell |
| The eternal curse without a cure for this patient |
| Everything I held sacred has been burned by a fire |
| Damn shadow that is driving me crazy |
| For giving you ruin, mother, I'm sorry |
| I spend the night, yeah, smoking and drinking |
| I drug everything and here nothing is stronger than me |
| Tired of blood with death, with the moon and the sun |
| At midnight I count down to lose control |
| My epitaph is very clear, this is diluted in alcohol |
| Not even in the wake box will I be able to be sober |
| My Via Crucis through the bars, yes, of purgatory |
| I sleep on broken nails and never scratch myself |
| I get polished in four days, bitch, what you do in a year |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| For the cashier, guerrilla fighter, candy and fire |
| I'm glad when a crazy kinki stabs a stick |
| The street guy, the Montonero, the nerves of steel |
| And I've only discovered fire because I kill and die |
| Long live the drug, the bandits and long live the street |
| I always suck to bursting and I put on already |
| I speak to all the demons and shamans |
| And in the neighborhood all the heads of the clans know me |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| parakeet, parakeet |
| Budgie, budgie... |