Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paciencia , by - Tool Castellanos. Release date: 05.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paciencia , by - Tool Castellanos. Paciencia(original) |
| ¡Pasa por arriba, Mierda! |
| ¡Si me bajo te quiebro el culo, Chófer Hijo de Puta! |
| ¡Para eso está la pasarela, Cholero! |
| ¡Anda a bocinarle a tu madre, Hijo de la Gran Puta! |
| ¡Hecete sho, Maldito! |
| ¡Bajate del carro, pues, Maricón! |
| ¡Aaaahhhh! |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| ¿Qué estoy haciendo aquí, sentado en este carro |
| Cuando debería estar echando un buen cague en el baño? |
| El semáforo está en verde, pero el carro nunca avanza |
| Mi cerebro está que hierve, y la paciencia se me acaba |
| El de atrás quiere avanzar, y no deja de bocinar |
| Ruido hijo de puta. |
| Yo me voy a suicidar |
| El poli hace señales, pero ya perdió el control |
| Los desniveles del alcalde ya no son la solución |
| Hay desvío por aquí, desvío por allá |
| Las llantas de los carros no se muven ni pa' atrás |
| El acondicionado dejó de funcionar |
| Qué calor más cerote, yo me voy a desmayar |
| Quiero ser millonario y pilotear mi propio chopper |
| Estar por el aire y manejar sin que me choquen |
| Pero mi realidad es morirme en esta mierda |
| Duele ver al policía que no sirve pa' ni verga |
| Enfermo mental, seguí bocinando que esta mierda apenas está comenzando |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Cholero!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Chófer Hijo de la Gran Puta!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Policía Maricón!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Tu madre, Hueco) |
| Sigue bocinando el hijueputa de atrás |
| Y si me bajo del carro, yo lo voy a pijasear |
| Así que abro la ventana pa' poder respirar |
| Pero una nube de humo, se cagó en mi paladar |
| Contaminada, y súper mal organizada |
| Si agarro el reversible, a mí me lleva la chingada |
| Y poco a poco me pudro en una vida amargada |
| Paso más tiempo aquí. |
| que con mi novia embarazada |
| No me eches agua, le dije a ese pisado |
| Me acaba de dejar el windshield todo enlodado |
| Y quiere que le pague, pero yo no tengo varo |
| Y cuando yo bajé el vidrio, me escupió toda la cara |
| Me pongo a fumar un poquito de marihuana |
| Que cómo va la mierda, yo no llego hasta mañana |
| Y la gente va de verme, pero yo como si nada |
| En el tráfico bien pedo, es más fácil la jugada |
| A la verga… |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Ahí no es parqueo, Serote!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Ponele el cepo a tu madre!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Ahí van unos cacos!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Shooooo!) |
| Ya no puedo ver lo que sucede a mi alrededor |
| Un motorista me pasó botando el retrovisor |
| Después andan llorando que los tiran a la mierda |
| Pero estando por las calles son los que menos respetan |
| Escucho una ambulancia, ¿y cómo putas va a pasar? |
| Si ningún hijo de puta se mueve de su lugar |
| La sirena suena y suena, ¿y qué pisados hago yo? |
| La sirena se apagó porque el paciente se murió |
| Baje el vidrio del carro pa' poder pedir vía |
| Y un ladrón hijo de puta me robó lo que tenía |
| Se robaron mi dinero, y me paró la policía |
| Disculpe, Oficial, se llevaron su mordida |
| No todos son la misma mierda, pero la mayoría de ustedes utilizan un uniforme y |
| el nombre de una institución para ser el terror y al mismo tiempo la burla de |
| todo un pueblo. |
| ¡Perros! |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| (translation) |
| Go over the top, Shit! |
| If I get out I'll break your ass, Driver Son of a Bitch! |
| That's what the catwalk is for, Cholero! |
| Go honk at your mother, Son of a Big Whore! |
| Hecete sho, Damn! |
| Get off the car, then, Maricón! |
| Aaaahhhh! |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| What am I doing here, sitting in this car |
| When should I be taking a good shit in the bathroom? |
| The traffic light is green, but the car never moves |
| My brain is boiling, and my patience is running out |
| The one in the back wants to move forward, and he doesn't stop honking |
| Noise son of a bitch. |
| I'm going to commit suicide |
| The cop signals, but he already lost control |
| The unevenness of the mayor is no longer the solution |
| There's a detour here, a detour there |
| The tires of the cars do not move even backwards |
| Conditioner stopped working |
| What a terrible heat, I'm going to pass out |
| I want to be a millionaire and drive my own chopper |
| Being in the air and driving without getting hit |
| But my reality is to die in this shit |
| It hurts to see the policeman who is not good for anything |
| Mentally ill, I kept honking that this shit is just getting started |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (¡Cholero!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Chauffeur Son of the Great Whore!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Police Maricón!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Your mother, Hollow) |
| Keep honking the son of a bitch in the back |
| And if I get out of the car, I'm going to pajamas |
| So I open the window to be able to breathe |
| But a cloud of smoke, shit on my palate |
| Polluted, and super poorly organized |
| If I grab the reversible, the fuck takes me |
| And little by little I rot in a bitter life |
| I spend more time here. |
| that with my pregnant girlfriend |
| Don't pour water on me, I told that footstep |
| It just left my windshield all muddy |
| And he wants me to pay him, but I don't have varus |
| And when I lowered the glass, he spit all over my face |
| I start smoking a little marijuana |
| How the hell is going, I won't arrive until tomorrow |
| And people go to see me, but I as if nothing |
| In traffic well fart, the play is easier |
| To cock… |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (There is no parking, Serote!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Ponele el cepo a tu madre!) |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are |
| Red light, Stop right, There where you are (Shooooo!) |
| I can no longer see what is happening around me |
| A motorist passed me throwing the rearview mirror |
| Then they go crying that they throw them to hell |
| But being on the streets are the ones who least respect |
| I hear an ambulance, and how the fuck is it going to happen? |
| If no motherfucker moves from his spot |
| The siren sounds and sounds, and what steps do I do? |
| The siren went off because the patient died |
| Lower the glass of the car to be able to ask for a road |
| And a motherfucking thief stole what he had |
| My money was stolen, and the police stopped me |
| Excuse me, Officer, they took your bite |
| They ain't all the same shit, but most of y'all wear a uniform and |
| the name of an institution to be the terror and at the same time the mockery of |
| a whole town. |
| Dogs! |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |
| Red light, stop right, there where you are |