Paroles et traduction Juan Luis Guerra 4.40 feat. Juanes - La Calle - En Vivo Estadio Olímpico De República Dominicana/2012

La Calle - En Vivo Estadio Olímpico De República Dominicana/2012

Tu me dijsites que la manana se compraba con un beso
Y que la guerra estaba en venta y que la paz tenia su precio
Que la politica se viste oro, plata, y lino fino
Oh oh oooh
Y lo que sale de la boca paga impuesto en el oido
Que cada dia es mas angosto el camino
Ay!
Que la calle esta dura(que la calle esta dura)
Ay! el que no corre vuela (el que no corre vuela)
Ay! que la luna se aleja (que la luna se aleja)
Ay! me pregunto y medito
CUAL ES LA RAIZ CUADRADA DE MI MISMO?
Tu me dijsites que la mentira usabe lentes de contacto
Y tus zapatos de valentino se auto proclamo barato
Que un arancel se enamoro de un tributario en zona franca
Que la anestesia se a fue a Londres a un congreso de turismo
Que cada dia trae su afan y te explico
Ay! que la calle esta dura (que la calle esta dura)
Ay! el qe no corre vuela (el qe no corre vuela)
Ay! que la luna se aleja (que la luna se aleja)
Ay! me pregunto y medito
CUAL ES LA RAIZ CUADRADA DE MI MISMO?
Uuuuuuh
Bring it down!
Y que no hay favoritismos con el cafe
El que primero cuela es el que va beber
Que Tchaikovsky era ruso y Debussy frances
Cuando el rio suena esque agua trae lo se
Que los clubes son trinchera de la societe
Donde caben siete caben veintitres
Que la noche pinta buena para star trek
Hey! man no te jueges con eso!
Ay! que la calle esta dura(que la calle esta dura)
Ay! el que no corre vuela (el que no corre vuela)
Ay! que la luna se aleja (que la luna se aleja)
Ay! me pregunto y medito
CUAL ES LA RAIZ CUADRADA DE MI MISMO?
Uuuh
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody

La Calle - Live from the Olympic Stadium of Dominican Republic/2012

You told me that one could buy mornings with a kiss
And that war was for sale and that peace had its price
That politics dresses in gold, silver, and fine linen
Oh oh oooh
And that which comes out of one's mouth pays tax in the ears
That every day the path becomes narrower
Ay!
That the street is hard (that the street is hard)
Ay! He who doesn't run, flies (he who doesn't run, flies)
Ay! That the moon is moving away (that the moon is moving away)
Ay! I wonder and I think
WHAT IS THE SQUARE ROOT OF MYSELF?
You told me that lies wear contact lenses
And your Valentino shoes declare themselves cheap
That a tariff fell in love with a tributary in a free trade zone
That anesthesia went to a tourism conference in London
That each day brings its eagerness and I explain
Ay! that the street is hard (that the street is hard)
Ay! He who doesn't run, flies (he who doesn't run, flies)
Ay! That the moon is moving away (that the moon is moving away)
Ay! I wonder and I think
WHAT IS THE SQUARE ROOT OF MYSELF?
Uuuuuuh
Bring it down!
And that there are no favors with coffee
The first to brew is the one who will drink
That Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy French
When the river sounds, there's water, I know
That clubs are trenches of society
Where there's room for seven, twenty-three fit
That the night paints well for Star Trek
Hey! Man, don't play with that!
Ay! That the street is hard (that the street is hard)
Ay! He who doesn't run, flies (he who doesn't run, flies)
Ay! That the moon is moving away (that the moon is moving away)
Ay! I wonder and I think
WHAT IS THE SQUARE ROOT OF MYSELF?
Uuuh
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody