Текст и перевод песни Los Rabanes feat. Beto Cuevas & Randy Ebright - De Musica Ligera

De Musica Ligera

Ella durmió al calor de las masas
Y yo desperté queriendo soñarla
Algún tiempo atrás pensé en escribirle
Y nunca sortié las trampas del amor

De aquel amor de música ligera
Nada nos libra, nada más queda

No le enviaré cenizas de rosas
Ni pienso evitar un roce secreto

De aquel amor de música ligera
Nada nos libra, nada más queda

I swear my, my mamita, gringita, loquita, never, ever raised no goddamn quitter
I'll never be quittin' or givin' up the hittin'
Them drums like a home run hitter
Said if the goin' get rough and you're tough, like enough
I swear it'll make you bigger
It'll mould you into a soldier
Ready for anything life may deliver
So it's not really fittin' that I ever quit spittin'

I flow on the mic like a river
When I can ease your mind, all the while we confine
With a rhyme that can get no sicker
Y acá el gringuito, mexicanito
Makin' all the music, all the MC's quiver
Con los manes, todos Rabanes y con Beto Cuevas, oh yeah, go figure

De aquel amor de música ligera
Nada nos libra, nada más queda
Nada más

Nada más queda
Nada más queda
Nada más queda
Nada más queda, wooh

Of Light Music

She slept in the warmth of the masses
And I awoke wanting to dream her
Some time ago I thought of writing to her
And I never avoided the traps of love

From that love of light music
Nothing frees us, nothing else remains

I won't send her rose ashes
Nor do I plan to avoid a secret touch

From that love of light music
Nothing frees us, nothing else remains

I swear my, my mamita, gringita, loquita, never, ever raised no goddamn quitter
I'll never be quittin' or givin' up the hittin'
Them drums like a home run hitter
Said if the goin' get rough and you're tough, like enough
I swear it'll make you bigger
It'll mould you into a soldier
Ready for anything life may deliver
So it's not really fittin' that I ever quit spittin'

I flow on the mic like a river
When I can ease your mind, all the while we confine
With a rhyme that can get no sicker
And here the little gringo, Mexican
Makin' all the music, all the MC's quiver
With the dudes, all Rabanes and with Beto Cuevas, oh yeah, go figure

From that love of light music
Nothing frees us, nothing else remains
Nothing else

Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains, wooh