Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duro, artist - Santa Salut. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Duro(original) |
| ¡Duro! |
| Duro y brillante como uralita |
| Cae para abajo como una estalactita |
| En busca de la total bondad maldita |
| Todos son complementos que al final se quitan |
| Los demonios gritan (¡Po-po!), las sirenas pitan (¡Po-po-po-po!) |
| Van para la fábrica religiosamente cual mezquita |
| El jefe grita el sermón de cada día (Rrá) |
| No aceptes la gracia divina del Mesías |
| Tres reyes roban mercancías (Yah) |
| Banco, gobierno (Ah, ah), iglesia me acuchillan bajo Amnistía |
| ¿Qué decía Notre Dame cuando ardía? |
| Nacimiento suicida, no dejo que el mal resida |
| Santa soy y de demonia voy vestida |
| Sigo por la avenida, voy sumando avrías y agonías |
| Puede que ya haya prdido, pero empiezo otra partida (Partida) |
| La cordura ya peligra, y |
| Mira, mira; |
| ahora ya estoy convencida |
| Obro por el lila, esa es mi opera prima |
| Mira, mira; |
| no me mata la fatiga (¡Po-po!) |
| Ardo como Troya, gradualmente soy ceniza |
| Esa es mi filosofía |
| A veces más tranquila, en el micro modo esquiza |
| Ígnea como lizas, pensamientos negativos son palizas |
| Y poder expresarme son caricias, ah |
| Siembra habrá malas noticias y codicia |
| No hay justicia, vuelvo a mi nave nodriza |
| (Busca pista y aterriza |
| Y aguanta cada día con pericia; |
| yoh) |
| Shame on the little who try to run game on |
| My fellas, más de uno ni lo piensa (¡Po!), pull the trigger, get up |
| Rap noventero en exclusiva en el club (¡Po-po-po!) |
| Humo y hip-hop, ay |
| Mira, mira; |
| ahora ya estoy convencida |
| Obro por el lila, esa es mi opera prima |
| Mira, mira; |
| no me mata la fatiga |
| Ardo como Troya, gradualmente soy ceniza |
| The fucking DAAX |
| (translation) |
| Lasted! |
| Hard and shiny like uralite |
| Fall down like a stalactite |
| In search of total goddamn goodness |
| They are all accessories that are eventually removed |
| The demons scream (Po-po!), the sirens whistle (Po-po-po-po!) |
| They go to the factory religiously like a mosque |
| The boss shouts the sermon of each day (Rrá) |
| Do not accept the divine grace of the Messiah |
| Three kings steal merchandise (Yah) |
| Bank, government (Ah, ah), church I get stabbed under Amnesty |
| What did Notre Dame say when she burned? |
| Suicide birth, she let no evil reside |
| I am holy and I am dressed as a demon |
| I continue along the avenue, I add up troubles and agonies |
| I may have already lost, but I start another game (Match) |
| Sanity is already in danger, and |
| Look look; |
| now I'm convinced |
| I work for the lila, that's my first feature |
| Look look; |
| fatigue doesn't kill me (po-po!) |
| I burn like Troy, gradually I am ashes |
| that's my philosophy |
| Sometimes more calm, in the micro mode schiza |
| Igneous as lizas, negative thoughts are beatings |
| And being able to express myself are caresses, ah |
| Sow there will be bad news and greed |
| There is no justice, I return to my mothership |
| (Look for track and land |
| And endure each day with expertise; |
| yoh) |
| Shame on the little who try to run game on |
| My fellas, more than one doesn't even think about it (Po!), pull the trigger, get up |
| Exclusive 90s rap at the club (Po-po-po!) |
| Smoke and hip-hop, oh |
| Look look; |
| now I'm convinced |
| I work for the lila, that's my first feature |
| Look look; |
| fatigue doesn't kill me |
| I burn like Troy, gradually I am ashes |
| The fucking DAAX |