Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Canción Despojo , by - Cultura Profética. Release date: 04.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Canción Despojo , by - Cultura Profética. Canción Despojo(original) |
| Ey, si te crees que es broma, pues coje, toma |
| Ando empuñando mi bolígrafo por esta zona |
| Y si te asomas verás como hay de sobra |
| Canciones y obras que valen más de lo que cobran |
| Y más vale |
| Que entiendas y aprendas |
| A no apoyar tu seguridad en tus prendas |
| Porque si todo lo pierdes |
| Entonces con que te quedas |
| Si todo lo que tienes es |
| Solo adornos, que pena |
| De veras que triste suena como condena |
| Que tú bases la vida en solo mierda material |
| Nada especial se puede comprar |
| Como dice el principito: |
| «Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos» |
| Por eso canto un coro como despojo |
| Tratando de sacarme todo |
| Eso a que estamos acostumbrados |
| A ser fichas del ajedrez ciudadano |
| (CORO) |
| Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| Cambiar tu vida de contexto |
| Que pa' sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| Cambiar tu vida de contexto |
| Y es que yo no voy con la vida social, lotería |
| Amparados a la suerte cada día |
| Allí abajo en el puro rostro del trabajo |
| Hay arrugas de cansancio |
| Pero sigue dando el tajo |
| Porque es caro, vivir este momento es caro |
| Y claro, con el crédito |
| Todo el mundo histérico |
| Teniéndolo todo más debiéndolo todo |
| Y está ya to' gastau' antes que |
| Llegue el día de cobro |
| Ni modo, hay que andarse de codos |
| Hay que andarse negando favores |
| Se pierden valores |
| Se pierde el «te ayudo mi hermano» |
| Pues sólo trabajo pa' pagar |
| Y darme el lujo de gastar en más esclavitud |
| Más trabajo, difícilmente encajo aquí |
| Me resulta francamente absurdo estar viviendo así |
| No es pa' mi esta vida rutinaria |
| No quiero que rija mi vida mi situación bancaria |
| Situación precaria me presagia |
| Vida agria y no es mi área |
| Soy fanfarria y alegría |
| Aunque a veces se me olvida |
| Pero pongo siempre resistencia |
| Y mi pasión no se arrodilla |
| Alzo el bembe e' abajo y la barbilla |
| Pa' reafirmar que estar jodío no me humilla |
| No me baja, no me frena y no me quita |
| La habilidad de cantar lo que me agita Porque… |
| (CORO) |
| Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| Cambiar tu vida de contexto |
| Que pa' sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| (Cambiar tu vida de contexto.) |
| Ahh. |
| . |
| So, entre el trajín del diario vivir |
| Y los problemas |
| Olvidamos que somos humanos |
| Y que en las venas corre sangre |
| Que este sistema es demasiau' de grande |
| Donde muchos se hacen ricos |
| Y otros se mueren de hambre |
| Y la rutina de tu vida se apodera (ahh. . .) |
| Se contaminan las pupilas con ceguera |
| Se nos ocultan las historias verdaderas (por que) |
| A conveniencia del sistema las escuelas |
| Libertad de expresión con la lengua amordazada |
| Pues los medios nos mantienen |
| La conciencia anestesiada |
| Editando las noticias ¿quién les discute? |
| Por eso no conviene que el pueblo se eduque |
| Por eso digo que… |
| (CORO) |
| Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| Cambiar tu vida de contexto… |
| Que pa' sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| (Cambiar tu vida vida…) |
| Cambia tu vida, bota esa mala vibra |
| En tu dieta es necesaria mi rima |
| Que es pura fibra |
| No te confundas al vacilón yo no me opongo |
| Pero el exceso te tiene los sesos |
| Lleno e' hongo |
| Y no es que quiera (yo!) guillarme del más serio |
| Pero has tomau' la ruta vía expreso |
| El cementerio en una guerra mental |
| La que vivimos hoy en día |
| La realidad está en tu cara |
| Pero todavía no la ves |
| Preguntas por qué tienes estrés |
| Por qué visitas al psiquiatra una vez al mes |
| Por qué caminas como un «zombie» |
| Siempre medicau' |
| Por qué dependes de pastillas y siempre pelau' |
| Te amamantaron con cupones |
| Y ahora nadie doble el lomo |
| Y quizás terminas en Irak repartiendo plomo |
| Yo mientras tanto me controlo con balance |
| De tripas hago corazones, con lo que me alcance |
| Pues es cuesta arriba |
| Como luchar contra el cáncer |
| Pero ready pa' sacarla 'el |
| Parque cuando llegue el chance |
| El futuro se ve oscuro por eso siempre sonrío |
| Y suelo ser optimista pues el límite es el cielo |
| Desde donde me bendicen mi hermana, tía y abuelo |
| Y voy pa' lante tranquilo y paciente |
| Apuntando a las estrellas |
| Como el mismo Clemente |
| Desde borinquen sacudimos el planeta |
| Cuando el gran Carlos Arroyo |
| Sacudió su camiseta |
| En frente de aquellos que nos pusieron |
| De inferiores y ese mismo día |
| Cogieron lo de ellos |
| (CORO) |
| Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco (fresco) |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco (uhh) |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| Cambiar tu vida de contexto |
| Que pa' sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| Una canción despojo te ofrezco |
| Pues no hay pretexto |
| Para no hacer el intento |
| (Cambiar tu vida de contexto.) |
| Hay que sacarlo todo todo limpio y fresco |
| Te ofrezco este texto travieso, mi verso |
| Pa' ver si tu bregas con eso |
| Mira que pa’sacarlo todo limpio y fresco |
| No toma tanto esfuerzo |
| Así de fácil te lo presento.. |
| (translation) |
| Hey, if you think it's a joke, then take it, take it |
| I'm wielding my pen around this area |
| And if you look out you'll see how there's plenty |
| Songs and works that are worth more than what they charge |
| and it's better |
| that you understand and learn |
| To not support your security in your garments |
| Because if you lose everything |
| So what are you left with? |
| If all you have is |
| Just decorations, what a pity |
| Really how sad it sounds like condemnation |
| That you base life on only material shit |
| Nothing special can be bought |
| As the little prince says: |
| "The essential is invisible to the eyes" |
| That's why I sing a choir like spoil |
| Trying to get everything out of me |
| That to which we are accustomed |
| To be citizen chess pieces |
| (CHORUS) |
| You have to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| Change your life of context |
| That to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| Change your life of context |
| And it is that I do not go with the social life, lottery |
| Protected by fate every day |
| Down there in the sheer face of work |
| There are wrinkles of tiredness |
| But keep giving the cut |
| Because it's expensive, living this moment is expensive |
| And of course, with the credit |
| everyone hysterical |
| Having it all plus owing it all |
| And it's already to 'gastau' before |
| Pay day arrives |
| No way, you have to walk on your elbows |
| You have to go around denying favors |
| values are lost |
| The "I help you my brother" is lost |
| Well, I only work to pay |
| And give myself the luxury of spending on more slavery |
| More work, I hardly fit in here |
| I find it frankly absurd to be living like this |
| This routine life is not for me |
| I don't want my banking situation to rule my life |
| Precarious situation portends me |
| Sour life and it's not my area |
| I am fanfare and joy |
| Although sometimes I forget |
| But I always put resistance |
| And my passion does not kneel |
| I lift the bembe e' below and the chin |
| To reaffirm that being screwed doesn't humiliate me |
| It does not lower me, it does not stop me and it does not take me away |
| The ability to sing what stirs me Because… |
| (CHORUS) |
| You have to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| Change your life of context |
| That to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| (Change your life in context.) |
| Ahh. |
| . |
| So, between the hustle and bustle of daily life |
| and the problems |
| We forget that we are human |
| And that blood runs in the veins |
| That this system is too big |
| Where many get rich |
| And others are starving |
| And the routine of your life takes over (ahh...) |
| Pupils are polluted with blindness |
| The true stories are hidden from us (why) |
| At the convenience of the system, schools |
| Freedom of expression with a gagged tongue |
| Well the media keeps us |
| The anesthetized consciousness |
| Editing the news, who argues with them? |
| That is why it is not convenient for the people to be educated |
| That's why I say that... |
| (CHORUS) |
| You have to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| Change your life context… |
| That to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| (Change your life life...) |
| Change your life, get rid of that bad vibe |
| My rhyme is necessary in your diet |
| What is pure fiber |
| Don't get confused by the vacilón, I'm not opposed |
| But the excess has your brains |
| Full of fungus |
| And it's not that I (me!) want to guillar myself as the most serious |
| But you have taken the express route |
| The graveyard in a mental war |
| The one we live in today |
| reality is in your face |
| But you still don't see her |
| You ask why you have stress |
| Why do you visit the psychiatrist once a month? |
| Why do you walk like a zombie? |
| Always medicine |
| Why do you depend on pills and always pelau' |
| They breastfed you with coupons |
| And now no one bends the loin |
| And maybe you end up in Iraq handing out lead |
| Meanwhile, I control myself with balance |
| I make hearts out of guts, with whatever I can get |
| Well it's uphill |
| How to fight cancer |
| But ready pa' take it out 'the |
| Park when the chance comes |
| The future looks dark that's why I always smile |
| And I'm usually optimistic because the sky is the limit |
| From where my sister, aunt and grandfather bless me |
| And I'm going forward, calm and patient |
| aiming for the stars |
| Like Clemente himself |
| From borinquen we shake the planet |
| When the great Carlos Arroyo |
| He shook his shirt |
| In front of those who put us |
| Of inferiors and that same day |
| They took what was theirs |
| (CHORUS) |
| You have to get it all clean and fresh (fresh) |
| I offer you a dispossession song (uhh) |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| Change your life of context |
| That to get everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you a dispossession song |
| Well there is no excuse |
| To not make the attempt |
| (Change your life in context.) |
| You have to take everything out, everything clean and fresh |
| I offer you this naughty text, my verse |
| To see if you struggle with that |
| Look what to get everything clean and fresh |
| It doesn't take that much effort |
| So easy I present it to you.. |
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