Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Afuera Diluvia, artist - Ossian. Album song Estado de Gracia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ossian
Song language: Spanish
Afuera Diluvia(original) |
Me gusta fumar yerba mientras escucho música |
Llamar a mis colegas, preguntar ¿qué tal estáis? |
Mientras riegas tu bonsai, hay nueva mierda dale al play |
También tengo una visita en agosto que me hace estar guay |
Vivo del amor y del no me importaría morir |
Eso que te dije solo te lo he dicho a ti |
Es difícil ser feliz, pero el mundo es justo así |
Por eso bombas en Siria y atentados en París |
Muros en el barrio en todos lados |
Cuarenta metros junto adosados del mes a dos mil pavos |
Llegamos o nos vamos, dueños de mil amos |
Actores mal pagados sin saber que rodamos |
Juega a su peli o crea la tuya, déjala que fluya |
Vino y aleleuya, salsa, cumbia |
Eva era morena, Marta rubia |
Seguirá la fiesta dentro solo si afuera diluvia |
¡Abraza el sol hermano! |
Acercate y abrázame… |
Y al final todo es esfuerzo |
De noche o madrugando, poesía y cuerpo |
Entre adultos enfadados y jóvenes modernos |
Sígueme Nacho que yo sé donde ponernos (Yeah!) |
Esos limones verdes ya son tiernos |
Versos y portales caen en números alternos |
Al final seremos polvo, ellos siempre eternos |
Igual en otro plano luego nos superponemos |
Dile a su madre que lo encierre con pestillo |
Corre loco en la ciudad con un gramo en el tobillo |
Aquí es fácil acabar como blanco o amarillo |
Convertir en complicado lo sencillo |
Como Tony Soprano, esperando sus fardos |
Ciego igual que Totti, fuera de mercados |
Para tristes o felices, expertos o novatos |
Ossian y Downtempo, rimas y aparatos |
¡Abraza el sol hermano! |
Acercate y abrázame… |
(translation) |
I like to smoke weed while listening to music |
Call my colleagues, ask how are you? |
While you're watering your bonsai there's new shit hit play |
I also have a visitor in August that makes me feel cool |
I live on love and I wouldn't mind dying |
What I told you I only told you |
It's hard to be happy, but the world is just like that |
That's why bombs in Syria and attacks in Paris |
Walls in the neighborhood everywhere |
Forty meters together townhouses of the month at two thousand turkeys |
We arrive or we leave, owners of a thousand masters |
Underpaid actors without knowing we're shooting |
Play their movie or create your own, let it flow |
Wine and hallelujah, salsa, cumbia |
Eva was brunette, Marta blonde |
The party will continue inside only if it rains outside |
Embrace the sun brother! |
Come closer and hug me... |
And in the end everything is effort |
At night or early, poetry and body |
Between angry adults and modern youth |
Follow me Nacho, I know where to put us (Yeah!) |
Those green lemons are already tender |
Verses and portals fall in alternate numbers |
In the end we will be dust, they will always be eternal |
The same in another plane then we overlap |
Tell his mother to lock him up |
Run crazy in the city with a gram in your ankle |
Here it is easy to end up as white or yellow |
Make the simple complicated |
Like Tony Soprano, waiting for his bundles |
Blind just like Totti, out of markets |
For sad or happy, experts or novices |
Ossian and downtempo, rhymes and gadgets |
Embrace the sun brother! |
Come closer and hug me... |