Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rayos, artist - Huecco. Album song Huecco, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.03.2006
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Rayos(original) |
Rayos de tormenta que vomitan cataratas |
que se beben a la gente de las zonas mas pobladas |
si miras a familias con la cara asustada a la deriva |
de esas mezclas de abono y agua. |
Besos presidentes son mala gente |
pa' los supervivientes. |
Toda la pendiente para los tenientes, |
no para el medio ambiente. |
ESTRIBILLO: |
Y la tierra no levanta cabeza, |
a menudo vemos que se cabrea, |
nuestras vidas te importan una mierda, siii. |
El sabor del petrіleo es goloso |
y tenas en un puro el tratado de Quioto. |
Rayos ultravioletas que castigan la piel, |
imparables con los huecos que provocan CCC, |
chimeneas del planeta en tu pais ya se ve, |
prostituyen los acuerdos segєn tu inter (c)s. |
Y esos presidentes son como serpientes pa' los supervivientes, |
toda la pendiente para los tenientes, |
no para el medio ambiente. |
(ESTRIBILLO) |
Quedan rayos X para radiografiar los efectos |
secundarios de esta prueba nuclear, |
Presidente, venga ya! |
Que usted no estЎ presente en los planes de la Paz |
pero si puede en caliente y vuelve a contaminar, |
sonriente, buscarЎ un plato diferente, |
para poder reba±ar las sobras de los clientes que se han vuelto a confiar, |
inocente, no tendrЎ la calma que te calma el alma, |
dЎlmata, de la falsa farsa de la libertad. |
(ESTRIBILLO) |
Y la tierra prepara una sorpresa, |
consecuencia de poltica fieras, |
uy los vientos se tornan gran tormentas, |
que se joden las ciudades enteras, |
vuestras vidas te importan una mierda, siii. |
El sabor del voto es muy goloso |
arrancas a mordiscos la capa de ozono. |
Thanks to |
(translation) |
Thunderbolts spewing cataracts |
that drink the people of the most populated areas |
if you look at families with frightened faces drifting |
of those mixtures of fertilizer and water. |
kisses presidents are bad people |
for the survivors. |
All the slope for the lieutenants, |
not for the environment. |
CHORUS: |
And the earth does not raise its head, |
we often see him get pissed off, |
You don't give a shit about our lives, yeah |
The taste of oil is sweet |
and you had the Quito treaty on a cigar. |
Ultraviolet rays that punish the skin, |
unstoppable with the gaps that cause CCC, |
chimneys of the planet in your country you can see, |
they prostitute the agreements according to your interest (c)s. |
And those presidents are like snakes for the survivors, |
all the slope for the lieutenants, |
not for the environment. |
(CHORUS) |
X-rays remain to radiograph the effects |
side effects of this nuclear test, |
President, come on! |
That you are not present in the plans of La Paz |
but if it can be hot and it contaminates again, |
smiling, I will look for a different dish, |
to be able to herd the leftovers of clients who have re-trusted, |
innocent, I will not have the calm that calms your soul, |
Dalmatian, of the false farce of freedom. |
(CHORUS) |
And the earth prepares a surprise, |
consequence of fierce politics, |
oops the winds become great storms, |
that entire cities are screwed, |
your lives don't give a shit, yeah. |
The flavor of the vote is very sweet |
you bite off the ozone layer. |
Thank you |