Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Irreverente, artist - Solitario.
Date of issue: 10.05.2019
Song language: Spanish
Irreverente(original) |
Yo no paso por el aro, antes me pego un disparo |
Siempre en contra de todo Dios, lo siento si os desagrado |
Los conciertos que no doy, las entrevistas que no hago |
Los discos que no saco y los videoclips que no grabo |
Son un reflejo directo de lo poco que os trago |
No soy vuestro puto amigo ¿Te queda claro? |
Daños colaterales de haber sido rechazado |
Por la misma sociedad que un día querrá comerme el rabo |
Me faltan dedos pa' contar en quien y que me cago |
Habría exterminado a medio mundo de no ser tan vago |
Quieren ser hardcores y se quedan en amago |
El circo de los horrores se ha quedado relegado |
Que os den por culo putas, pues he roto la pompa |
Mi rabia y mi odio no se vende ni se compra |
Mi enfermedad mental no se vende ni se compra |
Por eso ninguno de esos me nombra |
No les hago la ola ni salgo en la orla |
Mientras se hacen la bola, hay mucho chupa pistolas |
Pero a mi eso no me mola, Solitario no se enrola |
Estoy fuera de esa sucia asociación de comepollas |
Feka te tengo calao ¿Qué estás haciendo? |
Tu no has rozado la locura ni en tus sueños |
Quién es real y quien no, ya se esta viendo |
Quien impacta el corazón y quien a niños pequeños |
Quien diga que no estoy loco no esta muy cuerdo |
No salgo en revistas ni en tops, maldito cerdo |
Anticomercial soy yo, no tú, te lo recuerdo |
Mucho video dark quieren dárselas de enfermo |
Me respetan pero yo no lo respeto |
Su música de radio tiembla cuando yo le meto |
Me sabe la boca a mierda de tanta mierda que espeto |
Demasiado descafeinado disfrazado de ristretto |
No tenéis mi respeto |
(translation) |
I do not go through the hoop, before I shoot myself |
Always against everything God, I'm sorry if you dislike me |
The concerts I don't give, the interviews I don't do |
The records that I don't release and the video clips that I don't record |
They are a direct reflection of how little I swallow you |
I'm not your fucking friend, is that clear to you? |
Collateral damage of being rejected |
For the same society that one day will want to eat my tail |
I lack fingers to tell who and what I shit |
I would have wiped out half the world if I weren't so lazy |
They want to be hardcore and they stay in feint |
The circus of horrors has been relegated |
Fuck you whores, because I have broken the pomp |
My anger and my hate is not bought or sold |
My mental illness is neither sold nor bought |
That's why none of those name me |
I do not do the wave nor do I go out in the border |
While they make the ball, there is a lot of sucking guns |
But I don't like that, Solitaire doesn't enroll |
I'm out of that dirty cocksucker association |
Feka I have you calao What are you doing? |
You have not even touched madness in your dreams |
Who is real and who is not, it is already being seen |
Who impacts the heart and who impacts small children |
Who says I'm not crazy is not very sane |
I don't appear in magazines or tops, you fucking pig |
Anti-commercial is me, not you, I remind you |
A lot of dark video wants to pretend to be sick |
They respect me but I don't respect them |
His radio music shakes when I put him |
My mouth tastes like shit from so much shit that I spit out |
Too much decaf disguised as ristretto |
you don't have my respect |