Текст и перевод песни Zackfourteen - Letras Lacrimógenas

Letras Lacrimógenas

Las ideas no caen del cielo como bombas
En esta tierra solo te acompañará tu sombra
Se avanza a pesar de que todo esté en contra
A buscar el comeback, como David, con buena onda
A dominar la redonda dime Maradrugz
No juzgo ni acompaño al que rapea por moda
El tiene un papel, yo otro, en el que mi ser se desahoga
Lifestyle de Epicuro no de Rockstar
Más de Wildstyle que de Rothschild rapping enjoying the sunshine
Hacerlo independiente, igual no chorrea APDAYC
Freestyle en familia, cosa nostra, cosa mostra
Protect yo neck on the streets and on the internet,
enseñanza de Wu Tang que no se compra
No postro mi fe en apóstrofes,
apuesto por mi estilo de poco post nacido en mi tórax
Alguien me pide que componga,
que le ponga ritmo a lo que mi alma oculta
Hago lo que puedo, no siento como Calculta ni escribo como Scorza
Hay moros en la costa y llego con demora a la pista
abro el alma y manos a la obra
Rimas de poca monta pal' que va sin lentes de aumento
Vida sin sentido pal' consentido que no mira su contexto

Letras lacrimógenas que se lloran por dentro
Letras lacrimógenas que se lloran por dentro
Letras lacrimógenas que se lloran por dentro
Yo soy lo que tengo, yo soy lo que siento

Tear Gas Lyrics

Ideas don't fall from the sky like bombs, my love.
On this earth, only your shadow will accompany you, darling.
We move forward even when everything is against us, sweetheart.
Searching for the comeback, like David, with good vibes, babe.
Dominating the ball, call me Maradrugz, honey.
I don't judge or roll with those who rap for fashion, my dear.
They have their role, I have mine, where my being finds release, beautiful.
Lifestyle of Epicurus, not a Rockstar, princess.
More Wildstyle than Rothschild, rapping, enjoying the sunshine, gorgeous.
Doing it independently, even if APDAYC doesn't drip, my queen.
Freestyle with the family, cosa nostra, cosa mostra, love.
Protect yo neck on the streets and on the internet, sweet pea.
A Wu-Tang Clan lesson that can't be bought, sugar.
I don't put my faith in apostrophes, honey bunch.
I bet on my style, born in my chest, not long ago, my love.
Someone asks me to compose, darling.
To put rhythm to what my soul hides, beautiful.
I do what I can, I don't feel like Calcutta nor write like Scorza, princess.
There are Moors on the coast, and I arrive late to the track, gorgeous.
I open my soul and hands to the work, my queen.
Rhymes of little value for the one who goes without magnifying glasses, love.
Meaningless life for the spoiled one who doesn't see their context, sweet pea.

Tear gas lyrics that are cried inside, sugar.
Tear gas lyrics that are cried inside, honey bunch.
Tear gas lyrics that are cried inside, my love.
I am what I have, I am what I feel, darling.