Paroles et traduction Alberto Gambino - Las cosas no cambian

Las cosas no cambian

Las cosas no cambian el mismo royo la misma mierda y las cosas no cambian sigo a mi bola a mi ritmo y las cosas no cambian toda la vida con lo mismo y las cosas no cambian(no cambian)
Estoy fumado pa variar es lo que toca
El humo sale tenso de mi boca
Pienso coño esto coloca una luz me ilumina
De fondo esta sonando purpurina
No habeis tenido bastante que cojones
No estoy aqui por las reproducciónes
De repente un salto cosmico
Estoy en otra parte encima de ti apunto de cagarte
Estoy arribi no necesito ni a
Comparto dimensiones con estivi en guapo midi
Traigo la esencia como el punk o el rock stevi
Sabes que tengo mas historias para contar que el que hizo la mili
Me cito a mi mismo me gusta muchísimo meteros estribillos popi y salpicaos en optimismo y nunca aprendo lo siento pero no lo entiendo coml decis que haceis rap con menos flow que loquendo
El mismo rollo la misma mierda y las cosas no cambian sigo a mi bola a mi ritmo y las cosas no cambian toda la vida con lo mismo y las cosas no cambian(no cambian)
(Hey es Alberto gambino
Con sus pajas mentales desde el 90 y pico hermanos y hermanas hay cosas que no cambian hay cosas que no quiero que cambien)
Las cosas no cambian enfrente de un papel me magnífico de que coño hablo yo con 30 y pico yo quieroser feliz no quiero ser rico la vida es mas sencilla yo me la complico
Vuelvocon jueva mierda mas movidas con las libretas llenas de faridas repente un salto cosmico y vuelvo a transportarme en un avion apunto de lanzarme
En estos tiempos de YouTube es ir de putas cuentas farne yo estoy en plena caida libre como paun carner no necesito a nadie aunque voy sin para chutes sacrificó mi esperanza solo pa que tu disfrutes y me siento vivo siento las vibraciónes echa un cacab en banca roca rota seguire con mis canciones toda la vida al lado de un aeropuerto viendo volar aviones y nisquiera despegar cojones
El mismo royo la misma mierda y las cosas no cambian sigo a mi bola a mi ritmoy las cosas no cambian toda la vida con lo mismo y las cosas no cambian(no cambian)
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Things Don't Change

Things don't change, the same old shit, the same crap, and things don't change. I keep doing my thing, at my own pace, and things don't change. All my life with the same stuff, and things don't change (don't change).
I'm smoked up, for a change, it's what's up.
The smoke comes out tense from my mouth.
I think, damn, this hits, a light illuminates me.
In the background, "Purpurina" is playing.
Haven't you had enough, what the hell?
I'm not here for the plays.
Suddenly, a cosmic leap.
I'm somewhere else, above you, about to shit on you.
I'm up there, I don't even need to...
I share dimensions with Stevie in handsome MIDI.
I bring the essence like punk or rock, Stevie.
You know I have more stories to tell than the one who did military service.
I quote myself, I really like to throw in poppy choruses and splash you with optimism, and I never learn, I'm sorry but I don't understand how you say you do rap with less flow than Loquendo.
The same old shit, the same crap, and things don't change. I keep doing my thing, at my own pace, and things don't change. All my life with the same stuff, and things don't change (don't change).
(Hey, it's Alberto Gambino
With his mental masturbations since the early 90s, brothers and sisters, there are things that don't change, there are things that I don't want to change).
Things don't change, in front of a paper I'm magnificent, what the hell am I talking about at 30-something? I want to be happy, I don't want to be rich, life is simpler, I complicate it.
I come back with new shit, more moves, with notebooks full of scars, suddenly a cosmic leap and I'm transported again in a plane about to jump.
In these times of YouTube, it's all about whoring out, I'm in free fall like a sheep, I don't need anyone even though I go without parachutes, I sacrificed my hope just for you to enjoy, and I feel alive, I feel the vibrations, take a shit on broken rock, I'll keep going with my songs, all my life next to an airport watching planes fly and not even take off, damn.
The same old shit, the same crap, and things don't change. I keep doing my thing, at my own pace, and things don't change. All my life with the same stuff, and things don't change (don't change).
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