Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiero Vivir, artist - Dyablo. Album song La Hystoria, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2011
Record label: Kuartel Profeta
Song language: Spanish
Quiero Vivir(original) |
Quiero vivir, asѓ yo mi vida |
quiero vivir, mi vida tranquila |
quiero vivir mi vida |
llevar me la tranquila |
mientras yo recuerdo mi tiempos tomando tequila |
para yo olvidar yo las penas que traigo en el alma |
para olvida los mementos que perturban a mi calma |
yo se que todos tenemos sueѓ±os, ilusiones |
y aunque nuca se cumplan tus aspiraciones |
nos significa que todo se acabado, que todo terminado |
que todo sѓ(c)te as fumado |
y cometemos errores al paso del tiempo |
pues con decir, ў‚¬"lo sientoў‚¬ќ nunca solucionas este asunto |
soy un azteca revende, un alma que lleva el diablo |
un alma que esta vagando, son consolaciѓіn |
pues es vivir o morir, creciendo yo en las calles |
yo soy buscado por los federales, y rurales |
yo represento a mi raza, hispana ilegales |
y terminarle mi lucha, quiero yo vivir |
esta ansiedad, me trae precauciѓіn |
porque quiero vivir, |
porque quiero seguir |
siempre compasiones |
de quien esta detrѓЎs |
que hadas de sentir? |
vivir o morir deberѓЎs? |
Viviendo pobre y estado por bocas criticado |
Por ingenios seѓ±alados, los corruptos me juzgaron |
Porque estoy viviendo dѓa a dѓa, en oposiciѓіn |
Sin la soluciѓіn, nunca me digas nuca sin razѓіn |
Pues aunque tome licor, no quiere decir que soy del lo peor |
Ni tampoco de mejor *aahhaa* |
Y es que es que provengo de pinturas metѓЎlicas |
HidrѓЎulicos, imѓЎgenes drѓЎsticas |
Boniticos, corruptos y explѓcitos |
quieren tener nos controlados sin lѓє nѓЎticos |
dѓ(c)jame decirles so la verdad es de lo que yo pienso |
la vida es prestada, y tiempo contado, la muerte es segura, sin uno protesto |
mi juramento hasta al firmamento |
pues sangre azteca corre por mis venas y mi cuerpo |
mi orgullo es talla, cada vez que alguien a me juzga |
todos tenemos defectos, quiero yo vivir |
esta ansiedad, me trae precauciѓіn |
porque quiero vivir, |
porque quiero seguir |
siempre compasiones |
de quien esta detrѓЎs |
que hadas de sentir? |
vivir o morir deberѓЎs? |
La vida es dura y abecѓ(c)s uno se la complica mas |
De lo normal, por no escuchar, por no pensar *Huh* |
No me molesten, sin no ven que solo estoy llorando |
Estoy pensando, y mis fracasos desogando |
Todos tenemos malos ratos en el cuerpo, cicatrices |
Mas no me importa pienses, lo que dices |
Que porque tengo tatuajes, que porque visto flojo |
Que porque tengo el pelo corto, dices que estoy loco |
Vivo mi vida presuraza, no importa si muero |
Pues el brindar con mida y mi familia es primero |
La gente siempre hablara, la gente criticara, la gente me inventerar, |
Rumores solo son |
Es mi alagarta, imparable con cala y proquecia |
Tarde o temprano, callaran, esta es mi profecѓa |
Y pagar concretas, la maldades cometidas |
Y por ganar una condena quiero yo vivir |
Quiero seguir, |
quiero vivir, |
porque sufriendo como me fastidia |
esta ansiedad, me trae precauciѓіn |
porque quiero vivir, |
porque quiero seguir |
siempre compasiones |
de quien esta detrѓЎs |
que hadas de sentir? |
vivir o morir deberѓЎs? |
(translation) |
I want to live, so I my life |
I want to live my quiet life |
I want to live my life |
take me the quiet |
while I remember my times drinking tequila |
for me to forget the sorrows that I bring in my soul |
to forget the mementos that disturb my calm |
I know that we all have dreams, illusions |
and even if your aspirations are never fulfilled |
it means to us that everything is finished, that everything is finished |
that everything is smoked |
and we make mistakes over time |
Well, by saying, ў‚¬"I'm sorry" you never solve this matter |
I am an Aztec reseller, a soul that carries the devil |
a soul that is wandering, are consolation |
Well, it's live or die, growing up in the streets |
I am wanted by the feds, and rural |
I represent my race, illegal Hispanic |
and finish my fight, I want to live |
this anxiety, brings me caution |
because I want to live, |
because I want to continue |
always pities |
who is behind |
what the hell to feel? |
live or die shall you? |
Living poor and been by mouths criticized |
By designated sugar mills, the corrupt judged me |
'Cause I'm living day to day, in opposition |
Without the solution, never tell me never without reason |
Well, even if I drink liquor, it doesn't mean that I'm the worst |
Not even better *aahhaa* |
And it is that I come from metallic paints |
Hydraulics, drastic images |
Nice, corrupt and explicit |
They want to have us controlled without lysics |
let me tell you if the truth is what i think |
life is borrowed, and time is counted, death is certain, without one I protest |
my oath up to the firmament |
because Aztec blood runs through my veins and my body |
my pride is size, every time someone judges me |
We all have flaws, I want to live |
this anxiety, brings me caution |
because I want to live, |
because I want to continue |
always pities |
who is behind |
what the hell to feel? |
live or die shall you? |
Life is hard and abecѓ(c)s one makes it more complicated |
Than normal, for not listening, for not thinking *Huh* |
Don't bother me, if you don't see that I'm just crying |
I'm thinking, and my failures unwind |
We all have bad times in the body, scars |
But I don't care what you think, what you say |
That because I have tattoos, that because I dress loosely |
That because I have short hair, you say I'm crazy |
I live my life fast, it doesn't matter if I die |
Well, toasting with me and my family comes first |
People will always talk, people will criticize, people will invent me, |
rumors are just |
It is my agarta, unstoppable with cala and proquecia |
Sooner or later, shut up, this is my prophecy |
And pay concrete, the evils committed |
And to win a sentence I want to live |
I want to continue, |
I want to live, |
because suffering as it annoys me |
this anxiety, brings me caution |
because I want to live, |
because I want to continue |
always pities |
who is behind |
what the hell to feel? |
live or die shall you? |