Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Que Rico El Mambo, artist - Various Artists - Azzurra Music. Album song MAMBO, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 25.04.2005
Record label: Azzurra
Song language: Spanish
Que Rico El Mambo(original) |
La Pozze Latina |
El Estado En Que Estamos |
: El Estado En Que Estamos |
(Jefs) |
En secuencia se desliza el momento violento lento |
yo solo siento un… |
Y pasado a la historia la sangre corria y ten~ia las |
aceras de mi barrio el silencio inundaba hasta |
el rincon mas sagrado un esclavo de por vida |
la conciencia atrapada calma susurraba en la |
madrugada agitada no es facil no es facil |
perforado infectado sellado craneo imposible |
imposible aceptar borrar olvidar para acabar |
no ni lo intentes no hay cambios ebrio enfermo |
es el estado de este estado el estado en que estamos. |
Llueve granizos bajo una tormenta invisible y escribe |
marca talla modela cada movimiento no hay falla |
para el que se cubre con la costumbre que pudre |
pero sufre el cuerpo que con brazos abiertos |
sobre muertos lanza su pensamiento |
siento lento el advenimiento el estado en que estamos |
no admite cambios. |
Tipeado por Salvador Toro |
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--------NO OLVIDES TU RAZA INDIGENA----------------- |
(translation) |
The Latin Pozz |
The State We Are In |
: The State We Are In |
(Jeffs) |
In sequence the slow violent moment slides |
I just feel a... |
And passed into history the blood ran and had the |
sidewalks of my neighborhood the silence flooded until |
the most sacred corner a slave for life |
calm trapped consciousness whispered in the |
hectic early morning is not easy it is not easy |
perforated infected sealed skull impossible |
impossible to accept erase forget to finish |
don't even try no changes drunk sick |
it is the state of this state the state we are in. |
It rains hail under an invisible storm and writes |
brand size models every movement there is no fault |
for the one who covers himself with the habit that rots |
but the body suffers with open arms |
over dead he throws his thought |
I feel slow coming the state we're in |
does not support changes. |
Typed by Salvador Toro |
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--------DON'T FORGET YOUR INDIGENOUS RACE----------------- |