Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clouds , by - CráneoRelease date: 14.08.2017
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clouds , by - CráneoClouds(original) |
| Quiero morder el sol, como las polillas |
| Estoy dando vueltas bajo la bombilla |
| Me guardo el humo tras las costillas (Yeah) |
| Si toco madera me clavo astillas (¡Me clavo astillas!) |
| Vida doblada como un croché (¡Woo!) |
| Estoy tan en las nubes que ni me ves |
| Slow living, nos cansamos de correr |
| Limpiate los pies si te subes a mi nave |
| Mis negros lo bailan al back del foco (¡Uh!) |
| Házmelo bonito, poco a poco |
| Soy bueno para el coco, como un sudoku |
| Vuelo en una nube, como Goku, ¡Fuck you! |
| Gira la esfera, haciendo fuego, nueva era |
| Distinta mierda, mismos problemas |
| Me está robando sueños la cafetera |
| El tiempo se me acaba y yo detrás de las palmeras |
| Slow Life en el lomo, mis monos andando por las ramas |
| Ficha mi humo en slow-mo |
| Volando en cada fotograma |
| Toco el techo, sí, caída libre hacia la cama |
| Check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check-, check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check-, check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check-, check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| ¡Yo, flotalo chulo! |
| En tensión continua, como ese hilo |
| Cuando me deprimo me las miro |
| Aislado en lados oscuros, busco mi sitio, boa |
| Mi bigote niggi, mi pelo Dominic |
| Cuido de mis negros, como Puff Daddy |
| Oh shit, envejecer en su culo |
| Que te incomode si me ves de lado |
| Y yo trabajando en el bajo, para dejarlo todo más claro |
| Hecho a mano, como Cráneo, boa, boa |
| Barbaridades en el cuarto |
| Movimientos como guanteando |
| ¡Rápido, más rápido! |
| Mi casa, fruta en el cacharro |
| Los dedos pegados, veo perfiles en caras de dardos |
| Tumbado, tumbado, boa |
| Solo yo y mis cuatro seguimos volando, boa, boa |
| (translation) |
| I want to bite the sun, like moths |
| I'm spinning under the light bulb |
| I keep the smoke behind my ribs (Yeah) |
| If I touch wood I get splinters (I get splinters!) |
| Life folded like a crochet (Woo!) |
| I'm so in the clouds that you don't even see me |
| Slow living, we get tired of running |
| Clean your feet if you get on my ship |
| My blacks dance it to the back of the spotlight (Uh!) |
| Make me pretty, little by little |
| I'm good at coconut, like a sudoku |
| I fly on a cloud, like Goku, Fuck you! |
| Spin the sphere, making fire, new age |
| Different shit, same problems |
| The coffee maker is stealing my dreams |
| Time is running out and I am behind the palm trees |
| Slow Life on the back, my monkeys beating around the bush |
| Record my smoke in slow-mo |
| Flying in every frame |
| Hit the ceiling, yeah, free fall to the bed |
| Check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check-, check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check-, check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Check-, check it out (Check it out, check it out) |
| Yo, float it cool! |
| In continuous tension, like that thread |
| When I get depressed I look at them |
| Isolated in dark sides, I seek my place, boa |
| My niggi mustache, my Dominic hair |
| I take care of my blacks, like Puff Daddy |
| Oh shit, getting old on her ass |
| That bothers you if you see me from the side |
| And me working on the bass, to make everything clearer |
| Handmade, like Skull, boa, boa |
| Outrageous in the room |
| Movements like glove |
| Fast more fast! |
| My house, fruit in the pot |
| Fingers stuck together, I see profiles in dart faces |
| Lying down, lying down, boa |
| Only me and my four keep flying, boa, boa |