Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sigo Algare , by - Daddy Yankee. Release date: 19.06.2002
Song language: Spanish
Sigo Algare(original) |
| «Todas estas voces… siguen jugando con mi mente… |
| …no me dejan dormir tranquilo, estar tranquilo… |
| …ya no se si es la misma voz de Dios… |
| …o la voz del Diablo jugando conmigo, burlándose… |
| …'toy bien aborrecido… qué pasó, pa'?» |
| Sigo algare |
| No me importa cuanto enemigo me salen |
| Sigo hasta que me cazen |
| Saquen rifle, vengan y disparen |
| Espero que no fallen |
| Porque preso no existe en la calle |
| Tu ser la sangre de los enemigos cuando caen |
| Corazón del Cangri |
| Envuelto en cripi, dale el pali |
| Me le meto al party |
| Un muerto más se cae, papi |
| No tengo panas, ni hermano, ni hermana |
| Yo solo doy cara |
| Mi hermano es un peine de treinta balas para los guasa |
| Mi rebeldía empezó en mi casa |
| Sufrían en mi casa |
| Y por eso yo me fui de mi casa |
| La calle me llama |
| Mi padre de mi abusaba |
| Como a mi me maltrataron así yo maltrataba |
| La conciencia me dice «Quítate de la calle.» |
| Mi corazón de killer dice «Tira pa' lante.» |
| Ya estoy tan loco que no me importa lo que me pase |
| Son dos caminos y una sola decisión tu haces |
| La conciencia me dice «Quítate de la calle.» |
| Mi corazón de killer dice «Tira pa' lante.» |
| Ya estoy tan loco que no me importa lo que me pase |
| Son dos caminos y una sola decisión tu haces |
| Sigo algare |
| La conciencia dice que enganche los guantes |
| Tienes que cuidarte |
| Ya son muchos los que quieren darte |
| Solo Dios lo sabe, cuanto tiempo tienes pa' salvarte |
| Para tu entregarte |
| Para que vueles alto como un ángel |
| Y el corazón lo siento |
| Frío y sin sentimiento |
| Desde mi nacimiento |
| Tenía el sello puesto |
| De que yo iba a ser un duro en esto |
| Y las drogas y las pistolas me tienen envuelto |
| Dime Dios, Señor yo no escogí este camino |
| Me hubiera puesto un buen padre |
| Quizá mejor hubiera sido |
| Si no, |
| QUizá pudiera haber sido aquel chamaquito |
| Jugando con to' los niños y |
| No jugando con perico |
| Ahora vivo en miles guerras |
| Ahora vivo en balacera |
| Le cogí el gusto a las perras |
| Ahora mato to' tus tierras |
| Que quieren hacerme daño |
| Que quieren sacarme del medio |
| Es culpa del Diablo que siempre se para en el medio |
| Pero fuerte es tu sangre |
| Tu eres el Hijo del Padre |
| Espíritu Santo, por favor mándame aquel ángel |
| Para que a mi me cuide |
| Para yo ya quitarme |
| Y ver mi familia crecer |
| Verlos adelante |
| Amén |
| La conciencia me dice «Quítate de la calle.» |
| Mi corazón de killer dice «Tira pa' lante.» |
| Ya estoy tan loco que no me importa lo que me pase |
| Son dos caminos y una sola decisión tu haces |
| La conciencia me dice «Quítate de la calle.» |
| Mi corazón de killer dice «Tira pa' lante.» |
| Ya estoy tan loco que no me importa lo que me pase |
| Son dos caminos y una sola decisión tu haces |
| (translation) |
| "All these voices... they keep messing with my mind... |
| …they don't let me sleep peacefully, be calm… |
| …I no longer know if it is the same voice of God… |
| …or the voice of the Devil playing with me, mocking… |
| …'I hate myself well… what happened, pa'?” |
| I'm still algare |
| I don't care how many enemies I get |
| I continue until they catch me |
| Pull out rifle, come and shoot |
| I hope they don't fail |
| Because prisoners do not exist on the street |
| You be the blood of enemies when they fall |
| Heart of the Cangri |
| Wrapped in cripi, give him the pali |
| I join the party |
| One more dead man falls, daddy |
| I have no panas, no brother, no sister |
| I only face |
| My brother is a comb of thirty bullets for the jokers |
| My rebellion started in my house |
| They suffered in my house |
| And that's why I left my house |
| The street calls me |
| My father abused me |
| As they mistreated me, so I mistreated |
| My conscience tells me "Get off the street." |
| My killer heart says "Tira pa' lante." |
| I'm already so crazy that I don't care what happens to me |
| There are two paths and a single decision you make |
| My conscience tells me "Get off the street." |
| My killer heart says "Tira pa' lante." |
| I'm already so crazy that I don't care what happens to me |
| There are two paths and a single decision you make |
| I'm still algare |
| Conscience says hook the gloves |
| You have to take care of yourself |
| There are already many who want to give you |
| Only God knows, how much time you have to save yourself |
| for you to surrender |
| For you to fly high like an angel |
| And the heart I'm sorry |
| cold and feelingless |
| Since my birth |
| I had the seal on |
| That I was going to be tough on this |
| And the drugs and the guns got me wrapped up |
| Tell me God, Lord I did not choose this path |
| I would have put a good father |
| Maybe it would have been better |
| Otherwise, |
| Maybe it could have been that little boy |
| Playing with all the children and |
| not playing with parakeet |
| Now I live in thousands of wars |
| Now I live in shooting |
| I took a liking to bitches |
| Now I kill all your lands |
| who want to hurt me |
| They want to get me out of the way |
| It's the Devil's fault that he always stands in the middle |
| But strong is your blood |
| You are the Son of the Father |
| Holy Spirit, please send me that angel |
| so that you take care of me |
| for me already take off |
| And watch my family grow |
| see them ahead |
| Amen |
| My conscience tells me "Get off the street." |
| My killer heart says "Tira pa' lante." |
| I'm already so crazy that I don't care what happens to me |
| There are two paths and a single decision you make |
| My conscience tells me "Get off the street." |
| My killer heart says "Tira pa' lante." |
| I'm already so crazy that I don't care what happens to me |
| There are two paths and a single decision you make |