Текст и перевод песни ChocQuibTown - Medley (Estudio en Vivo)

Medley (Estudio en Vivo)

Desde pequeña comprendí que la música para mí era especial
Me tocó deshacerme de personas que no me dejaban continuar
Y llegué a pensar, que el amor todo lo podía acabar
Cuando llegaste tú, tú y tú y me dijiste
No, no, no
La música no es para tí
Esa estrella está lejos de tí
Si sigues así aquí no podrás vivir La caries, por la casa de mi set,
La que me saca, las caries, por la casa de mi set La que me saca
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Esta es la historia de una gente
Que casi siempre la comida queda pendiente
Que tú lo ves por todas parte enseñando su arte
Pero duermen en un parque
Tienen carita de yo no fuí
Y se preguntan por qué están ahí
Y lo ves merodeando por ahí
El trabajo para ello es sí o sí que sí
Sí están sala'o se preguntan todos los días Cuándo el sol se asoma y yo busco persona Oh, oh ¡Cuando!
Oh, oh Behind The Machine, Chocquibtown
Es choquibtown baby, eh
Que se vaya el aguacero pa' yo poder estrenar
Se mojan mis zapatos el agua los va a dañar
Que se vaya el
Pa' calzarme los shoes
Me lo mandaron del norte
Un pasiano que está allá
Que no lo saque
Me dice que no lo desempaque
Tengo que esperar hasta el verano si no quiero que se desvaraten
Yo quiero vacilarme, lo mío ya, ya
San Pedro
Hey, yo, Chocquibtown baby, Behind The Machine
Hands in the air! C'mon
Pon la mano en el aire, revolucionario pon la mano en el aire
La mano en el aire, con lo malo establecido la mano va en el aire

Medley (Live Studio)

Since I was a little girl, I knew that music was something special to me
I had to get rid of the people who wouldn't let me keep going
And I came to think that love could end everything
When you came along, you and you and you said to me
No, no, no
Music is not for you
That star is far away from you
If you keep going like this, you won't be able to live here The cavities in the house of my set,
The one that gets me out, the cavities in the house of my set The one that gets me out
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This is the story of a people
Who almost always have their food pending
Who you see everywhere showing their art
But sleep in a park
They have the face of someone who didn't do it
And they wonder why they are there
And you see him hanging around
Work for them is yes or yes
If they are salty, they ask themselves every day When the sun comes up and I look for someone Oh, oh When!
Oh, oh Behind The Machine, Chocquibtown
It's choquibtown baby, eh
Let the downpour go away so I can release
My shoes are getting wet, the water is going to ruin them
Let it go
To put on my shoes
They sent it to me from the north
A pasiano who is there
Don't take it out
He tells me not to unpack it
I have to wait until summer if I don't want them to fall apart
I want to have fun, mine already, already
Saint Peter
Hey, yo, Chocquibtown baby, Behind The Machine
Hands in the air! C'mon
Put your hand in the air, revolutionary put your hand in the air
Your hand in the air, with the established evil, your hand goes in the air