Текст и перевод песни Baby Lores feat. El Chacal - Canto a Los Santos

Canto a Los Santos

Canto A Los Santos

Bueno tú sabes, Papi
Baby Lores y el Chacal.
Estamos cantándole a los santos,
Sacando su instinto animal.
Esto es pa' que creas, pa' los Orishas de mi Cuba.
Que quieres que te diga.
Así que entra padrino.
Para que no te quede duda.

Déjalos que sigan con su bla, bla, bla.
Que todos mis enemigos se los dejo a Yemayá (*)

Tú no me cruzas los caminos porque tú no eres mayimbe.
Mis santos me cuidan, hazme el favor y no te tires.
Que se te explota la cara.
Y sin contemplación el Elegguá te machaca.

Aclara y ponte al día que esto no es brujería.
En el caracol te salió que dejaras la guapería.
Guapería de qué, sentimiento ahí na' ma'.
Todas las cosas buenas me las enseña Obbatalá.

Que bolá, cuando te tire y no te faje.
El Changó me dice que te lleve duro y no te mate.
Hace falta que te relajes.
Que aplaudas si te canto y bailes si tiro clave.

Bla, Bla, Blau, Bla, Bla.
Que tú quiere que te diga si yo no creo en nadie.
En la calle me respetan y me toleran,
Todo lo que le pido ahora lo que quiero es guerra.

Cualquiera, tú sabes lo que yo quiero.
Y lo que tú quieras conmigo, dale con mis guerreros.
San Lázaro, poderoso mi viejito.
Gracias por la salud, voy a ponerla de a piquito.

Ay, ay, ay, Yemayá, ololo.
Ay, ay, ay, Asesú, ololo.
Ay, ay, ay, Yemayá, ololo.
Ay, ay, ay, Asesú, ololo.

Te cogió la máquina, voy pegando canciones.
Cuídate y no se te quemen los frijoles.
Los mejores, tú sabes, cuando quisieron enterrarme,
Vieron que mi película tenía segunda parte.

Mis fanáticas ahora me dejan llamadas.
Ya estoy reconocido como el hijo Yemayá.
Y de qué me van hablar, si ya les demostré,
Que yo no me caí, el que se cayó fue usted.

Allá tú, allá tú con tus dolores.
Yo sé bien quien te molesta El Chacal y El Baby Lores.
Se te queman los frijoles (**)

Bueno mi gente, ahora sí.
Todo el que quiera caminar con aché.
Todo el quiera que se le abran los caminos.
Le vamos a cantar a Elegguá como es.

Elegguá, Elegguá, azuquere, quereme, ye.
Elegguá, Elegguá, alabanza para usted.
Elegguá, Elegguá, azuquere, quereme, ye.
Elegguá, Elegguá, alabanza para usted.

Bueno mi gente, la vida tiene cosas buenas,
Y tiene cosas malas.
Pero no quiero que me lloren,
Vamos a cantarle a la Caridad del Cobre.

No quiero que me sufras, no quiero que me llores.
Ay, todos tus problemas con la Caridad del Cobre.
No quiero que me sufras, no quiero que me llores.
Ay, todos tus problemas con la Caridad del Cobre.

Seriamente y con el Changó aquí presente.
Pa' que se acabe el comentario.
Camina pa' que aprenda, jefe.
Como dice

Tú dices que sí, yo digo que no.
Porque todas mis mujeres, me las regaló Changó.
Tú dices que sí, yo digo que no.
Porque todas mis mujeres, me las regaló Changó.

Mira, ahora si, vamos a cantarle al viejito Babalú.
Mira, al que nos da salud.
Y al que no le guste, Pipo, apágale la luz.

Babalú, Babalú Ayé.
Gracias por la salud, milagroso que es usted.
Babalú, Babalú Ayé.
Gracias por la salud, milagroso que es usted.
Babalú, Babalú Ayé.
Gracias por la salud, milagroso que es usted.

Mi lío no es contigo, mi lío es con malanga.
Si tú te tiras conmigo, allá tú con Zarabanda.
Mi lío no es contigo, mi lío es con malanga.
Si tú te tiras conmigo, allá tú con Zarabanda.

Ahora goza, goza, gózalo.
Que al que Dios se lo dio, es porque le tocó.
Ahora goza, goza, gózalo.
Que al que Dios se lo dio, es porque le tocó.
Ahora goza, goza, gózalo.
Que al que Dios se lo dio, es porque le tocó.
Ahora goza, goza, gózalo.
Que al que Dios se lo dio, es porque le tocó.

Oye, como le duele.
Mira, y ahora cómo tú me paras.
Si esto es a puro sentimiento con mis raíces.
No voy a pedir permiso para aplicarla.
Porque a mí no me dieron gracia por lo que no hice.
La ganga, si la ganga, Papi, la ganga, oíste.
Baby Lores y El Chacal, repartiendo pa' malanga,
Pa' que se acabe el comentario.
Se te quemaron los frijoles, repórtate que voy pa' ti.
Adriano Tota, Papito Baby Lores, tú sabes, estoy escapa'o.
Probando la máquina, Clan 537. Con la Ganga.

Pitirre, tú tienes envidia de palomita.
Pitirre, tú tienes envidia de palomita.
Pitirre, tú tienes envidia de palomita.

Song to the Saints

Song to the Saints

Well, you know, baby
Baby Lores and El Chacal.
We're singing to the saints,
Bringing out their animal instinct.
This is for you to believe, for the Orishas of my Cuba.
What do you want me to tell you?
So come on in, godfather.
So you have no doubt.

Let them keep talking their blah, blah, blah.
I leave all my enemies to Yemayá (*)

You don't cross my paths because you're not a mayimbe.
My saints take care of me, do me a favor and don't mess around.
Your face might explode.
And without contemplation, Elegguá will crush you.

Get it straight and catch up, this isn't witchcraft.
The seashell told you to leave the bravado.
Bravado of what, just pure feeling.
Obbatalá teaches me all the good things.

What's up, when I throw you and don't hold back.
Changó tells me to take you hard and not kill you.
You need to relax.
Clap if I sing to you and dance if I throw the clave.

Blah, Blah, Blau, Blah, Blah.
What do you want me to say if I don't believe in anyone?
They respect me and tolerate me on the street,
Everything I ask for now, what I want is war.

Anyone, you know what I want.
And whatever you want with me, bring it on with my warriors.
San Lázaro, my powerful old man.
Thank you for the health, I'm going to use it wisely.

Ay, ay, ay, Yemayá, ololo.
Ay, ay, ay, Asesú, ololo.
Ay, ay, ay, Yemayá, ololo.
Ay, ay, ay, Asesú, ololo.

The machine got you, I'm dropping songs.
Be careful not to burn your beans.
The best ones, you know, when they tried to bury me,
They saw that my movie had a second part.

My fans now leave me messages.
I'm already recognized as the son of Yemayá.
And what are you going to talk about, if I already showed you,
That I didn't fall, the one who fell was you.

Up to you, up to you with your sorrows.
I know well who bothers you, El Chacal and El Baby Lores.
Your beans are burning (**)

Well my people, now yes.
Everyone who wants to walk with aché.
Everyone who wants their paths to open.
We are going to sing to Elegguá as it is.

Elegguá, Elegguá, azuquere, love me, ye.
Elegguá, Elegguá, praise to you.
Elegguá, Elegguá, azuquere, love me, ye.
Elegguá, Elegguá, praise to you.

Well my people, life has good things,
And it has bad things.
But I don't want you to cry for me,
Let's sing to the Charity of Cobre.

I don't want you to suffer for me, I don't want you to cry for me.
Oh, all your problems with the Charity of Cobre.
I don't want you to suffer for me, I don't want you to cry for me.
Oh, all your problems with the Charity of Cobre.

Seriously and with Changó here present.
So that the gossip ends.
Walk so you can learn, boss.
As it says

You say yes, I say no.
Because all my women, Changó gave them to me.
You say yes, I say no.
Because all my women, Changó gave them to me.

Look, now yes, let's sing to the old man Babalú.
Look, the one who gives us health.
And whoever doesn't like it, Pipo, turn off the light.

Babalú, Babalú Ayé.
Thank you for the health, you are miraculous.
Babalú, Babalú Ayé.
Thank you for the health, you are miraculous.
Babalú, Babalú Ayé.
Thank you for the health, you are miraculous.

My problem is not with you, my problem is with malanga.
If you mess with me, you're on your own with Zarabanda.
My problem is not with you, my problem is with malanga.
If you mess with me, you're on your own with Zarabanda.

Now enjoy, enjoy, enjoy it.
Because the one God gave it to, it's because it was meant to be.
Now enjoy, enjoy, enjoy it.
Because the one God gave it to, it's because it was meant to be.
Now enjoy, enjoy, enjoy it.
Because the one God gave it to, it's because it was meant to be.
Now enjoy, enjoy, enjoy it.
Because the one God gave it to, it's because it was meant to be.

Hey, how it hurts.
Look, and now how do you stop me.
If this is pure feeling with my roots.
I'm not going to ask permission to apply it.
Because I wasn't given grace for what I didn't do.
The gang, yes the gang, baby, the gang, you heard?
Baby Lores and El Chacal, distributing to malanga,
So that the gossip ends.
Your beans burned, report yourself, I'm coming for you.
Adriano Tota, Papito Baby Lores, you know, I'm out of control.
Testing the machine, Clan 537. With the Gang.

Pitirre, you're envious of the little dove.
Pitirre, you're envious of the little dove.
Pitirre, you're envious of the little dove.