Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aprendí, artist - MC ARIDate of issue: 24.04.2019
Song language: Spanish
Aprendí(original) |
| Desde el centro del pecho |
| Lot of pain, lot of pain |
| «First class take a trip |
| Top down in the whip |
| Speeding like I’m never gone crash |
| Live every day like its my last song |
| Spent a couple stacks on the drip |
| Didn’t even take a sip left a tip |
| Got more racks in the stash |
| Live every day like its my last song» |
| Cuatro paredes y un espejo que sirve de adorno |
| Ladrones bailan en mi techo planeando un soborno |
| Quieren robar mi fe, sembrarme un trastorno |
| Romper el vidrio de mis ojos tirándome escombros |
| Pero me resisto |
| No es contra ti, ni contra ustedes que yo lucho |
| Primero es conmigo mismo |
| Contra esos miedos que maquillo con civismo |
| Por esas grietas que quedaron tras los sismos |
| Hoy no cantan cisnes, tocan Sex Pistols |
| Debo sobrevivir al ruído y su simplismo |
| Que nadie venga a presumir que va de invicto |
| El único perfecto, inquebrantable «Was called Cristo» |
| Hay bienaventura que te ves distante |
| Solías cantar sonetos y hoy vas disonante |
| Dicen que estabas lejos del cambuche cuál errante |
| Y que has andado tanto; |
| no te trae ni el cabrestante |
| «First class take a trip |
| Top down in the whip |
| Speeding like I’m never gone crash |
| Live every day like its my last song |
| Spent a couple stacks on the drip |
| Didn’t even take a sip left a tip |
| Got more racks in the stash |
| Live every day like its my last song» |
| Brillaba por su ausencia |
| Aunque la ausencia nunca brilla, fue girando la perilla y sin tirar la puerta |
| Sin hurtadillas |
| Mirando a la cara despidiose en la mirilla cómo el ángel de clemencia |
| Se fue el buen ánimo pero no la fe |
| Y mi paciencia en una mecedora blanca tomándose un té |
| Hoy frente a la fogata del juez |
| Quebrantados pero no vencidos, lo digo por esta vez |
| Una y otra vez, una y otra vez |
| Aprendí a levantarme siempre luego de caer |
| Una y otra vez, una y otra vez |
| Sigo leyendo en Segunda de Corintios 4.10 |
| ¿Cómo voy a rendirme ahora? |
| Si la aurora que ha de besar la tierra pronto no demora |
| ¿Como voy a rendirme ahora? |
| Si la avanzada noche da lugar al alba que traerá la gloria |
| (translation) |
| From the center of the chest |
| Lot of pain, lot of pain |
| «First class take a trip |
| Top down in the whip |
| Speeding like I'm never gone crash |
| Live every day like its my last song |
| Spent a couple stacks on the drip |
| Didn't even take a sip left a tip |
| Got more racks in the stash |
| Live every day like its my last song» |
| Four walls and a mirror that serves as an ornament |
| Thieves dance on my roof planning a bribe |
| They want to steal my faith, sow me disorder |
| Break the glass in my eyes by throwing debris at me |
| But I resist |
| It is not against you, nor against you that I fight |
| first is with myself |
| Against those fears that I make up with civility |
| For those cracks that were left after the earthquakes |
| Today they don't sing swans, they play Sex Pistols |
| I must survive the noise and its simplicity |
| Let no one come to boast that he is undefeated |
| The only perfect, unbreakable "Was called Cristo" |
| There is bliss that you look distant |
| You used to sing sonnets and today you are dissonant |
| They say that you were far from the cabin, how wandering |
| And that you have walked so much; |
| he doesn't even bring you the winch |
| «First class take a trip |
| Top down in the whip |
| Speeding like I'm never gone crash |
| Live every day like its my last song |
| Spent a couple stacks on the drip |
| Didn't even take a sip left a tip |
| Got more racks in the stash |
| Live every day like its my last song» |
| She was conspicuous by her absence |
| Although the absence never shines, she was turning the knob and without throwing the door |
| no sneaking |
| Looking at the face, he said goodbye in the peephole like the angel of clemency |
| The good spirit left but not the faith |
| And my patience in a white rocking chair drinking tea |
| Today in front of the judge's campfire |
| Broken but not defeated, I'm saying it this time |
| Again and again, again and again |
| I learned to always get up after falling |
| Again and again, again and again |
| I keep reading in Second Corinthians 4.10 |
| How am I going to give up now? |
| If the dawn that is to kiss the earth soon does not delay |
| How am I going to give up now? |
| If the late night gives way to the dawn that will bring glory |