Paroles et traduction Pedro Mo - Dolce Farniente

Dolce Farniente

Salamanca Blaze, s
Amor de virgen candelaria, la gente ya sabia harta sangria y poca labia, morir de viejo en nubis no en tu pubis soy anubis vive en mi nose
Desde cuando me hablan los ovnis ni porque rebote en mi parque 22 y en nada, una balada autonoma, esa resina de la mezcalina que habita en tu medula al fin
Todos se quieren venir, cuando abril ya es mayo extraño el bang de fuerza mayor
Luzifer hasme un favor saludame de lejos si me ves beber de a pico
Tengo un paco y poco tiempo
En este mundo por eso me precipito, el bardo del burdel
Adicto a los efectos secundarios, es rap un amigo imaginario que ya no conversa
Si me viste triste nadie plancho mi camisa de fuerza
Ni un paso en falso ... Guahhhj
Delirium en platiniun pasa el talan
Salamanca el horno donde se nos quema el pan de cada dia
Era la ninfa una ninfoma en mi cama para un info de anarquia, lima es mia
Mia su anatomia voy con osadia y la mirada fria
Ver que no confia ni en la sombra, opte por ser nictalope

Escribelo con p, escupelo con p
Escribelo con p, si tu entiendes mi 3D
Un yaravi para tu espiritu mi rap atilico
Escupelo con p, si tu eres la peste
Gritos en mi entorno es el horno del pentagonito

Escribelo con p, si tu endiendes mi 3D
Un yaravi para tu espiritu mi rap atilico
Escupelo con p, si tu eres la peste
Gritos en mi entorno es el horno del pentagonito

Con p de patria gimen 12
Aca ser gordo es casi un crimen
12 millones bajo el mismo regimen (Fascista)
Hablas de cristo y armar un mixto amen
A mi ya no me aturde, sigo la orden, si el burges no llega a la morge, la morge llegara a su burger
Grita mi turba va, un chanchita en la canchita parece licor pe la vida tiene mas corde que amor
Yo
Voy en peyote no en pegeot yo hoy, vestistes de nilon
Tu corazon de hielo, quieres ser jlo ya te dije que yo puedo ser personal treiner pero no tengo pa el telo
Estoy low al margen del market, sacrifico carne en mi rubro
Estaba de boleto y no me acuerdo ni su numero
Mc, s de llavero con escolta es muy el smoke son hieldax en tu boca mas
Rappers salidos de mi esperma y militantes y otros dogmas
Tirenme una soga si esque la droga me ahoga
Entre sus magmas la noche va de frag abre el diafragma
Cucaracha me escape de cafca todo este rasta no se cree gansta
Lo justo calatos como en woodstock pero hiphop
Como se pasan esos años MO
Si señor y si hay amor mañana todos fumaremos cañamo

Escribelo con p. si tu entiendes mi 3D
Un yarabi para tu espiritu, mi rap atilico
Escupelo con p, si tu eres la peste
Gritos en mi entorno, es el horno del pentagonito

Escribelo con p. si tu entiendes mi 3D
Un yarabi para tu espiritu, mi rap atilico
Escupelo con p, si tu eres la peste
Gritos en mi entorno

Dolce Farniente

Salamanca Blaze, baby
Amor of the virgin Candelaria, people around here are sick of sangria and chatter, dying of old age in the clouds, not in your pubis. I am Anubis, I live in my nose.
Since when do UFOs talk to me, why do I bounce in my park 22 and nothing, an autonomous ballad. That mescaline resin that lives in your marrow at last.
Everybody wants to come when April's already May, I miss the strong force bang.
Lucifer, do me a favor, say hi from afar if you see me drinking from a bottle.
I have one pack and little time.
That's why I rush in this world, the bard of the brothel.
Addicted to the side effects, rap is an imaginary friend who no longer converses.
If you saw me sad, nobody ironed my straitjacket.
Not a false step... Guahhhj.
Delirium in platinum, pass the talan.
Salamanca, the oven where our daily bread burns.
The nymph was a nymphomaniac in my bed for an anarchy info, Lima is mine.
Mine is her anatomy, I go with daring and a cold stare.
Seeing that she didn't trust even her shadow, I decided to become a night flyer.

Write it with p, spit it out with p
Write it with p, if you understand my 3D
A yaravi for your spirit my atic rap
Spit it out with p, if you are the plague
Screams in my surroundings, it's the furnace of the pentagon

Write it with p, if you understand my 3D
A yaravi for your spirit, my rap atilico
Spit it out with p, if you are the plague
Screams in my surroundings, it's the furnace of the pentagon

With p of homeland, 12 groan
Here being fat is almost a crime
12 million under the same regime (Fascist)
You talk about Christ and making a joint, amen
It doesn't stun me anymore, I follow the order, if the bourgeois doesn't reach the morgue, the morgue will reach his burger
My mob screams, a piggy on the field, it looks like liquor but life has more tunes than love
I
Am on peyote, not in a Peugeot today, dressed in nylon.
Your heart of ice, you want to be JLo, I already told you that I can be a personal trainer, but I don't have the money for the hotel.
I'm low on the market, I sacrifice meat in my business.
I had a ticket and I don't even remember her number.
MC, s of keychain with an escort is very smoke, they are shields in your mouth.
Rappers born from my sperm, militants and other dogmas
Throw me a rope if the drug drowns me.
Among its magmas the night goes from frag, open the diaphragm.
I escaped Kafka, all this rasta doesn't believe he's a gansta.
The right thing, naked like in Woodstock, but hip-hop
How do those years go by, MO
Yes sir, and if there's love, tomorrow we'll all smoke hemp.

Write it with p, if you understand my 3D
A yarabi for your spirit, my rap atilico
Spit it out with p, if you are the plague
Screams in my surroundings, it's the furnace of the pentagon

Write it with p, if you understand my 3D
A yarabi for your spirit, my rap atilico
Spit it out with p, if you are the plague
Screams in my surroundings