Lyrics of Cuando Me Encuentren - Dano

Cuando Me Encuentren (original)

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
Aspira el humo, la ansiedad se pasa
Tu propia familia te siente como una amenaza
Sigues temblando… al menos, ahora estás tú sólo
Para esos niños que no pueden aguantar en casa
¿Dónde ha pasado la noche tu hija?
¿De dónde son esos graffitis que tu hijo publica?
Toda esa mierda que no les dijiste, ni viceversa
Se queda «bajo tierra» como Kustirica
Tu padre dudó qué hacer con su vida…
Tu madre tuvo miedo y lo cubrió todo
De purpurina
Con esos ejemplos es
Lógico que esta criatura no salga a la
Calle con la moral muy subida
Ir a la escuela es un culto de ira…
Sigue intentando ser cool todavía…
Y ya no sabe lo que que hacer
Sostiene el piti y el papel
Fumando chinilla en el baño de arriba
Esperando a que sean las tres
Hay un bolso Nike a sus pies
Sonríe tranquilo soltando un suspiro;
-«No nos volveremos a ver…»
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

(translation)

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
Inhale the smoke, the anxiety passes
Your own family feels you as a threat
You're still shaking... at least now you're on your own
For those kids who can't stand it at home
Where has your daughter spent the night?
Where are those graffitis your son posts from?
All that shit you didn't tell them, or vice versa
Stays "underground" as Kustirica
Your father doubted what to do with his life from him...
Your mother was scared and she covered it all up
of glitter
With those examples it is
Logical that this creature does not go out
Street with very high morale
Going to school is a cult of anger…
Keep trying to be cool still...
And he no longer knows what to do
Holds the piti and the paper
Smoking chinilla in the upstairs bathroom
Waiting till it's three
There's a Nike bag at her feet
He smiles quietly letting out a sigh;
-"We will not see each other again..."
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin
Baby we rollin, baby we rollin