Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gente, artist - Raul Paz. Album song Havanization, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 02.05.2010
Record label: Naïve Records
Song language: Spanish
Gente(original) |
Un viejo en un balcón, sentado en su sillón, dice que va a esperar, la muerte |
Al frente en un salón, se reza una oración, que puede hacer mejor, la gente |
En un lugar que se, un tipo que no ve, saca unas fotos, excelentes |
Un viejo en un balcón, sentado en su sillón, dice que va a esperar, la muerte |
Al frente en un salón, se reza una oración, que puede hacer mejor, la gente |
En un lugar que se, un tipo que no ve, saca unas fotos, excelentes |
Y en la calle un señor, vestido como yo, dice que yo no soy |
En una casa ayer, con techo de papel, te invitan a comer, no mienten |
Un tipo guapetón, se saca to su flow, y dice cosas, porque siente |
Así se vive aquí, a veces tan feliz, y a veces casi, te arrepientes |
No hay mucha solución, ni mucho que entender, aquí todo es muy, diferente |
A un turista español, lo sacan pal balcón, le falta el pantalón, ¡que gente! |
Una negra charol, hablando su ecuñol, dice que es sueca y que no entiende |
Un blanquito sin sal, se decidió a bailar, y puso aquel rumbón, caliente |
Después de trabajar, nos vamos a tomar, un trago con el dependiente |
Parece veintiséis y tiene dieciséis, pero te mirará, de frente |
Un antiguo campeón, se vuelve un mujerón, baila en el malecón, con su gente |
Demasiada opinión, hay tanto por hacer, aquí todo es cuestión, de suerte |
No hay mucha solución, no hay mucho que entender, aquí todo es bien, diferente |
Gente con swin! |
Lara lara lai ai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ai ahhhhhh |
El viejo del balcón, se da un trago de Ron, dice que ya mató, la muerte |
Se acaba la oración, doscientos pal cajón, que pase el próximo, cliente |
El tipo que no ve, también juega ajedrez, y esquiva al japonés, que suerte |
Y en la calle el señor, vestido como yo, me dice que soy yo, quien miente, |
eh eh ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, quién mienteeeeee |
Gente con swin! |
Lara lara lai ai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ai ahhhhhh |
Gente con swin!, Gente con swin!, Gente con swin!, Gente con swin! |
Jajajaja |
(translation) |
An old man on a balcony, sitting in his armchair, says that he is going to wait, death |
In front of a room, a prayer is said, which can do better, the people |
In a place I know, a guy I can't see takes some photos, excellent |
An old man on a balcony, sitting in his armchair, says that he will wait, death |
In front of a room, a prayer is said, which can do better, the people |
In a place I know, a guy I can't see takes some photos, excellent |
And in the street a man, dressed like me, says that I am not |
In a house yesterday, with a paper roof, they invite you to eat, they don't lie |
A handsome guy, he gets his flow out of him, and says things, because he feels |
This is how you live here, sometimes so happy, and sometimes almost, you regret it |
There is not much solution, not much to understand, here everything is very, different |
They take a Spanish tourist out to the balcony, his pants are missing, what a crowd! |
A black patent leather, speaking her ecuñol of her, says that she is Swedish and that she does not understand |
A white boy without salt, she decided to dance, and put on that rumbón, hot |
After work, we are going to have a drink with the clerk |
He looks twenty-six and he's sixteen, but he'll look at you, straight on |
A former champion, he becomes a big woman, he dances on the boardwalk, with his people |
Too much opinion, there is so much to do, here everything is a question, luckily |
There is not much solution, there is not much to understand, here everything is fine, different |
People with swing! |
Lara lara lai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ahhhhhh |
The old man on the balcony, takes a drink of Ron, says that he has already killed, death |
The sentence is over, two hundred pal drawer, let the next one come, client |
The guy who can't see, also plays chess, and dodges the Japanese, how lucky |
And in the street the man, dressed like me, tells me that it's me, who is lying, |
eh eh ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, who is lying |
People with swing! |
Lara lara lai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ahhhhhh laru lai ai ai ahhhh |
Lara lara lai ai ai ahhhhhh |
People with swin!, People with swin!, People with swin!, People with swin! |
LOL |