Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Encuentro, artist - Natanael Cano.
Date of issue: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
El Encuentro(original) |
Hoy no dormimos todos despiertos |
Ponganse capuchas pal encuentro |
Bien pilas por si llega el momento |
De mandar contrarios pal infierno |
No disparen ordenes del viejo |
Amigos asi dijo el sargento |
Una linea que me quite el miedo |
Ya cuando traigo terciado el cuerno |
En el monte paso los docientos |
Sin los para andar encubiertos |
Mis neuronas a mas de quinientos |
Por el polvo que me trae despierto |
Cero nervioso son hombres del geto |
Pilones barbones trajes negros |
En la mente no mas los consejos |
De la santa cuando estuve preso |
No hay nada que se parezca a esto |
La lluvia de balas y el suspenso |
No mas les digo lleguen a viejos |
Que en este jale no existe eso |
Aqui tu solo te das tropiesos |
Y es cuando la vida la perdemos |
Hoy no dormimos todos despiertos |
Ponganse capuchas pal encuentro |
Bien pilas por si llega el momento |
De mandar contrarios pal infierno |
No disparen ordenes del viejo |
Amigos asi dijo el sargento |
(translation) |
Today we don't all sleep awake |
Put on hoods for the meeting |
Well batteries in case the time comes |
To send opponents to hell |
Don't shoot orders from the old man |
Friends so said the sergeant |
A line that takes away my fear |
Already when I bring the horn |
In the mountain I spend the two hundred |
Without the ones to go undercover |
My neurons to more than five hundred |
For the dust that brings me awake |
Zero nervous are men of the geto |
bearded pylons black suits |
In the mind no more advice |
From the saint when I was imprisoned |
There is nothing like this |
The rain of bullets and the suspense |
No more I tell them reach old |
That in this mess that doesn't exist |
Here you only give yourself trips |
And that's when we lose life |
Today we don't all sleep awake |
Put on hoods for the meeting |
Well batteries in case the time comes |
To send opponents to hell |
Don't shoot orders from the old man |
Friends so said the sergeant |