Orishas — La Vacuna song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Vacuna" by Orishas.

Lyrics

Que ha pasado aquÃ?
Que paso con el flow
Me entere que habÃa rabia
Y aquÃ la vacuna soy yo AdemÃ¡s de ti Â¿Quien mÃ¡s especulo?
Si es cuestiÃ³n de rabia
Hay que ponerle control
Que ha pasado aquÃ?
Que paso con el flow
Me entere que habÃa rabia
Y aquÃ la vacuna soy yo AdemÃ¡s de ti Â¿Quien mÃ¡s especulo?
Si es cuestiÃ³n de rabia
Hay que ponerle control
Yo, ya me canse de que se trate de opacar
La voz de mi generaciÃ³n
Que para muchos es vital,
Y mi canciÃ³n como un ritual
De mi garganta a tus oÃdos
Viajan notas con el filo de un cristal,
Ya no tiren esta callado, esta anulado
En un rincÃ³n todas tus dudas
Por el temor a ese verdugo
Que te sigue nube oscura,
En sus dos manos como emblema
Trae de hacha la censura,
Veras en la primera brecha mis palabras
Como flechas se lo llevan a la tumba si yo,
El que te hiere nunca muere no,
Orishas represent Cuba Hip Hop
AsÃ que suÃ(c)ltate, relÃ¡jate, a lo visto visto
A lo hecho pecho, bien directo al hecho, hecho
Sin censura nene, si es lo que tu quieres
No te me aceleres
No cambio de rumbo, asere no No me importa si bien te caigo
Y no debo pero, protesto
Con el beat a tu cuello a degŸello
AsÃ que esto, que que que
Que te crees tu? que?, por supuesto
Que yo no voy a cantar? que?
Que te crees tu? que no me pasa na Soy como el jake mate
Color chocolate sangre GuamÃ¡,
Y eso que esto empieza ahora
SÃºbete a la cola, vente aquÃ en mi tren
Que esto es 100%,
Sigue caminando al mando
Orishas sien vengo retumbando,
PaÂ´ todos esos negros
Que me estÃ¡n escuchando,
Vengo paÂ´ la cola
Hoy la varilla se ha puesto tan alta
Que aquel que la salta lo tiene que hacer como va,
Con lo que lleva dejando la huella
Del genio y un ying de humildad,
Los que son no estÃ¡n, los que estÃ¡n no son
De la loma ni cantan en llano,
En la claridad se ve mucho mÃ¡s
Que en la oscuridad del piano,
Se acabaron los mangos bajitos
SÃºbete a la mata que estÃ¡n maduritos,
Se acabaron los mangos baratos
SÃºbete a la mata no sean tan berraco,
Se acabaron los mangos bajitos
SÃºbete a la mata que estÃ¡n maduritos,
Se acabaron los mangos baratos
SÃºbete a la mata no sean tan berraco
El viento se llevÃ³ lo poco que quedo
Con un suspiro vano y una nube negra,
Que bien la estoy pasando, prosigo
El bueno se ha perdido como aquel mendigo
Que se despidiÃ³ con un adiÃ³s de piedra,
Hace ya muchos aÃ±os, que digo
By Berman (buenos aires, Argentina)

Lyrics translation

What happened here?
What happened to the flow
I found out there was rabies.
And here the vaccine is me besides you who else do I speculate?
If it's a question of rage
You have to control it.
What happened here?
What happened to the flow
I found out there was rabies.
And here the vaccine is me besides you who else do I speculate?
If it's a question of rage
You have to control it.
I, already get tired of it being opaque
The Voice of my generation
Which for many is vital,
And my song as a ritual
From my throat to your ears
Traveling notes with the edge of a crystal,
Don't throw anymore. it's quiet, it's canceled.
In a corner all your doubts
For fear of that executioner
That follows You dark cloud,
In his two hands as Emblem
Bring down the censorship,
You will see in the first Gap my words
Like arrows take him to the grave if I,
The one who hurts you never dies no,
Orishas represent Cuba Hip Hop
So sweat (c)ltate, relax, as seen seen
To what is done chest, well straight to the fact, done
Uncensored baby, if that's what you want
Don't speed me up.
I don't change course, assere no I don't care if you like me
And I shouldn't, but I protest.
With the beat around your neck
So this, that that that
What do you think you are? what? of course
That I'm not gonna sing? what?
What do you think you are? that doesn't happen to me. I'm like the jake mate.
Chocolate color Guam blood¡,
And that this starts now
Welcome to <url>.
That this is 100%,
Keep walking in command
Orishas sien I come rumbling,
All those niggers
Who are listening to me,
I come to the queue
Today the rod has become so high
That the one who skips it has to do it as it goes,
With what he's been leaving his mark
Of genius and a ying of humility,
Those who are are not, those who are are not
De La loma ni cantan en llano,
In clarity it looks much more
That in the darkness of the piano,
No more short handles.
Welcome to the woods that are ripe,
No more cheap handles.
Don't be so bitchy,
No more short handles.
Welcome to the woods that are ripe,
No more cheap handles.
Don't be so bitchy
The wind took away what little was left
With a vain sigh and a black cloud,
I'm having a good time, I go on
The good one is lost like that beggar
Who said goodbye with a stone farewell,
For many years now, I say
By Berman (buenos aires, Argentina)