Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dile, artist - Dellafuente.
Date of issue: 22.12.2015
Song language: Spanish
Dile(original) |
+ Porque yo… nunca he sabi’o cantar |
Ni yo… creo que se cantar, yo lo que hago es transmitir |
Y entonces, pues… el sufrir me ha desarrollado los sentidos |
Un poquito, porque yo lo quería siempre no es aprender |
Ni saber, ignorar siempre |
Dile, dile, dile |
Que ya estoy cura’o de espanto |
Voy a cumplir pronto los veintitantos |
Dile, dile, dile |
Que el dinero he esta’o lavando |
Y por ello sigo peleando |
Dile, dile, dile |
Que el sol no alumbra ya mi corazón |
Y lo siento, sé que a veces no hago lo correcto |
Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah, levanta’o de buena mañana |
La alegría a mi casa llama, mi mujer vestí'a de Prada |
El que toque mi comida, te juro corto sus alas |
Mi trabajo es la música, compai, las cosas claras |
Yo ahora sobrevivo de esto, estoy comiendo de esto |
A la mínima que falte, te lo juro no contesto |
Yo no soy de amenazar, me gusta hablar con los hechos |
Y no me gusta llevarme una extensible pa' los conciertos |
Estoy, dando trabajos a los chavales con mi música |
Estoy, dando alegría a mi familia con mi música |
Estoy, haciendo música, calla’o centra’o en mi música |
A mí tienes que matarme pa' que pare de hacer música |
Yo, nunca en mi vi’a había pensa’o en ser cantante |
Queríamos ser to’s narcotraficantes |
Me rio de to’s los que se reían de lo que hago, mira hermano |
Ahora me da igual que se me acabe el paro |
— Tú querías ignorar siempre |
Porque a ti te daba, me han contado, hasta vergüenza cantar |
+ Por supuesto |
Yo cuando voy a cantar, me parezco a un mono de atracción, y no me gusta eso |
Dile, dile, dile |
Que ya estoy curao' de espanto |
Voy a cumplir pronto los veintitantos |
Dile, dile, dile |
Que el dinero he estao' lavando |
Y por ello sigo peleando |
Dile, dile, dile |
Que el sol no alumbra ya mi corazón |
+ El cante debería ser libre y sin dinero |
— Libre y sin dinero, ¡ole! |
(translation) |
+ Because I… I have never known how to sing |
Neither do I... I think I know how to sing, what I do is transmit |
And then, well… suffering has developed my senses |
A little bit, because I always wanted it, it's not learning |
Don't even know, always ignore |
Tell him, tell him, tell him |
I'm already cured of fright |
I'm going to be in my twenties soon |
Tell him, tell him, tell him |
That the money I have been washing |
And that's why I keep fighting |
Tell him, tell him, tell him |
That the sun no longer lights up my heart |
And I'm sorry I know sometimes I don't do the right thing |
Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah, get up in the morning |
Joy to my house calls, my wife dressed in Prada |
Whoever touches my food, I swear I cut their wings |
My job is music, compai, clear things |
I now survive from this, I am eating from this |
At the minimum that is missing, I swear I will not answer |
I am not one to threaten, I like to speak with the facts |
And I don't like to take an extensible to the concerts |
I'm giving jobs to kids with my music |
I am giving joy to my family with my music |
I'm making music, shut up, focused on my music |
You have to kill me so that I stop making music |
I, never in my life had thought of being a singer |
We wanted to be all drug traffickers |
I laugh at all those who laugh at what I do, look brother |
Now I don't care if my unemployment is over |
— You always wanted to ignore |
Because it gave you, I have been told, even ashamed to sing |
+ of course |
When I go to sing, I look like a monkey of attraction, and I don't like that |
Tell him, tell him, tell him |
I'm already cured of fright |
I'm going to be in my twenties soon |
Tell him, tell him, tell him |
That the money I have been washing |
And that's why I keep fighting |
Tell him, tell him, tell him |
That the sun no longer lights up my heart |
+ Cante should be free and without money |
— Free and without money, hey! |