Lyrics and translation Sara Hebe feat. Ramiro Jota - La Cura

La Cura

Pim pum pam bombos pitos y maracas baja el volumen de la metra raca
Taca taca, que feo todo ese blinblineo,
Prefiero materiales naturales desde Ushuaia a la Quiaca poniendo
Siempre el cuerpo y aguantando la
Resaca, acá con el Tor, Don Miguel es su a.
K.
A, tortuga, nadie ayuda al que madruga y el robo es un invento pa
Matar al que roba, la vida es un negocio y se condena al que se droga,
El vaso esta lleno de gente que se ahora,
Que baja como sube y dura lo que dura pura,
Se vende la salud mientras se esconde la cura,
Y siguen aplicando métodos de tortura, a lo que se dice,
Dale tu lectura, fíjate quien lo dijo,
No me queda duda: " Hay que endurecerse sin perder la ternura"
Es verdad todo es posible, no hay igualdad, se vuelve predecible,
Inventaran problema siendo miles, nos dejaran precios accesibles.
Nos quieren vender la cura,
Jura no vivir a las apuradas voy feliz con mi locura procura no
Comprarle a la tele ni los curas,
Sobrevivir en esta historia llamada baires discernir entre la euforia
Y las ganas de este baile, hay que hacer que bajen el ego,
Somos visitante y creo, que no te entrego un sermón,
La sucia estacionada tomando del bolsón
Hay gatillo fácil de oferta esta el cajón.
Freestyle mental, problemas en provincia problemas en capital,
Aumenta lo privado y se cierra lo estatal, lo dice la ponzoña: "
Colgate, total ..." que miedo!
Un monstruo con mascara y sin rostro,
Repito las palabras que escuche de algún maestro,
Releo las historias voy buscando algo nuestro,
Lo lindo y lo feo, tengo todo te lo muestro .

The Cure

Pim pum pam drums whistles and maracas turn down the volume of the metra raca
Taca taca, how ugly all that bling bling,
I prefer natural materials from Ushuaia to La Quiaca putting
Always the body and holding the
Hangover, here with el Tor, Don Miguel is his a.
K.
A, turtle, no one helps the early bird and stealing is an invention pa
Killing the thief, life is a business and drug addicts are condemned,
The glass is full of people who are now,
Who come down as they go up and last as long as they last,
Health is sold while the cure is hidden,
And torture methods are still being applied, to what is said,
Give your reading, see who said it,
I have no doubt: "You have to toughen up without losing your tenderness"
It's true, everything is possible, there is no equality, it becomes predictable
They will invent problems being thousands, they will leave us accessible prices.
They want to sell us the cure,
Swear not to live in a hurry I go happy with my madness try not
Buy from television or priests,
To survive in this story called baires, to discern between euphoria
And the desire for this dance, we have to make them lower their ego,
We are visitors and I believe, that I am not giving you a sermon,
The dirty one parked drinking from the bag
There is easy trigger on sale, this is the drawer.
Mental freestyle, problems in the province, problems in the capital,
The private sector is growing and the state sector is closing down, the poison says: "
Hang yourself, whatever ..." how scary!
A monster with a mask and no face,
I repeat the words I heard from some teacher,
I reread the stories looking for something of our own,
The beautiful and the ugly, I have everything, I'll show you.