Apache — Son de la Calle song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Son de la Calle" by Apache.
Lyrics
One, Two, Three
Seis de la mañana abro la ventana empieza la semana con ganas
Una caravana de gente buscando lana
La calle diferentes olores otros sabores
Raza de todos colores con distintos humores
Cada quien tiene su clave su ritmo, su estilo y su son
El sazón del asfalto, su alma y corazón
El calor humano el sonido de la ciudad
Yo viví entre la sociedad cada quien es dueño de su realidad
Edificios, construcciones, veredas y callejones
Carros, autobuses motos y el tráfico
Como se pone de picante
Es ciudad caliente
Vamos echando pa' lante
Pero mirando a los laos y bien pendiente
Son de la calle
No es lo mismo no es igual
Con lo tuyo no con lo mío se trata de respetar
Son de la calle
Estoy vivo estoy en tierra
Es mejor vivir en paz que vivir sobre la guerra
Son de la calle
No es lo mismo no es igual con lo tuyo con lo mío se trata de tolerar
De la calleeee
(Son de la calle!) Aja de la calle es que vengo yo Ohh de la calle
Aja de la calle es que sale tohh'
Sale tohh'
(Bostas!)
Letra cursiva, lírica constructiva
Nunca nociva poesía de alma activa
Somos ritmos coexistiendo prójimos
Oceánica la creatividad
Bien nacidos todos somos óptimos
Es perfecta la diversidad
Entre gustos y colores
Una sola raza y muchas etnias
Haya hay naturaleza en la urbanidad
En el respeto mutuo proponemos la conciencia a restaurar yeaahh!
Aceptando la diferencia del otro
Es el camino a la convivencia
Produciendo tolerancia
Cada ser humano haya su lugar como la flor de una fauna
Baila tiene mi posa
Esta olimpiada es amistosa
(Cotur!)
Yohh! Actitud les vendo, humildad, coraje y esperanza
Pesa la balanza para ver de qué lado se lanza
Aquí el que lucha y trabaja y le pone el éxito alcanza
Y el que no sigue luchando (Es que mi gente no se cansa!)
Avanza mas que la calle es de gratis y la experiencia
Aquí la cosa esta lenteja
Del jalao ten paciencia
Mientras la cosa se pone fea
Mi gente pospea
Cuando suene la DEA
Se acepta que''
Son de la calle
No es lo mismo no es igual
Con lo tuyo no con lo mío se trata de respetar
De la calleeee
(Son de la calle!) Aja de la calle es que vengo yo Ohh de la calle
Aja de la calle es que sale tohh'
Sale tohh'
(Gabylonia!)
Luces cámaras y acción
Los míos son de la calle
No hay barrera, no hay frontera
Aquí no hay nada que nos calle
Vamos que yo te invito yo te voy a da un paseo
Pa' que sientas lo que siento
Pa' que veas lo que veo
Lo bonito con lo feo
El barrio y su bataneo
El sifrino que quiero ponerse a escribir un rapeo
Hip Hop en frasco pequeño
Ven que yo te enseño
Enfócate con empeño tienes el derecho a un sueño
(Rekeson!)
Triste por ti si mis ideas no compartes
Pero yo soy de la calle y ella la transformo en arte
No creas que mi música solo es pa' simpatizarte
Cuando hay tanta maldad llevándose a nuestros infantes
Sabes quien soy yo la voz del que calla cuando tú hablas
El que se gano el respeto solo con la palabra
Y aunque me juzgues a una distancia de dos cuadras
Sigo bien parado como el efecto de una viagra
Así que eviten esos comentarios que no cuadran
Por que aquí estamos puros perros que no ladran
Somos más que una figura publica
Somos la única cara real que tiene esta republica
Son de la calle
No es lo mismo no es igual
Con lo tuyo no con lo mío se trata de respetar
Son de la calle
Estoy vivo estoy en tierra
Es mejor vivir en paz que vivir sobre la guerra
Son de la calle
No es lo mismo no es igual con lo tuyo con lo mío se trata de tolerar
De la calleeee
(Son de la calle!) Aja de la calle es que vengo yo Ohh de la calle
Aja de la calle es que sale tohh'
Sale tohh'
(Son de la calle!) Aja de la calle es que vengo yo Son de la calle Aja!
Dando comienzo a una nueva era
Y caminando por la misma cera
Apache, Bostas, Gabylonia, Cotur
Nacho, Rekeson y Franco L’Squadron
Malandro Yo Jahh'
Lyrics translation
One, Two, Three
Six in the morning I open the window start the week with the urge
A caravan of people looking for wool
The street different smells other flavors
Race of all colors with different moods
Everyone has their key their rhythm, their style and their son
The season of asphalt, your soul and heart
The human heat the sound of the city
I lived among society. everyone owns their reality.
Buildings, buildings, sidewalks and alleys
Cars, motorbikes and traffic buses
How it gets spicy
It's hot city
We're going to kick some ass.
But looking at laos and well slope
They're from the street.
It's not the same it's not the same
With yours, not mine, it's about respecting
They're from the street.
I'm alive I'm on land
It's better to live in peace than to live on war
They're from the street.
It's not the same it's not the same with yours with mine it's about tolerating
From calleeee
(They are from the street!) Aja of the street is that I come Ohh of the street
Aja from the street is coming out tohh'
Salt tohh'
(Bostas!)
Cursive lyrics, constructive lyric
Never harmful poetry of active soul
We are rhythms coexisting neighbor
Oceanic creativity
Well born we are all great
Diversity is perfect
Between tastes and colors
One race and many ethnicities
There is nature in the urbanity
In mutual respect we propose conscience to restore yeaahh!
Accepting the difference from the other
It is the road to coexistence
Producing tolerance
Every human being has its place as the flower of a fauna
Dance has my pose
This Olympics is friendly
(Cotur!)
Yohh! I sell them attitude, humility, courage and hope
Weigh the scale to see which side it throws
Here the one who fights and works and puts you success achieves
And the one who does not keep fighting (is that my people do not get tired!)
It's a great place to stay, but it's a great place to stay.
Here the thing is lentil
Of jalao have patience
While things get ugly
My people postpone
When the DEA rings
It is accepted that"
They're from the street.
It's not the same it's not the same
With yours, not mine, it's about respecting
From calleeee
(They are from the street!) Aja of the street is that I come Ohh of the street
Aja from the street is coming out tohh'
Salt tohh'
(Gabylonia!)
Camera lights and action
Mine are from the street.
No barrier, no border
There's nothing here to shut us down.
Come on, I'll invite you. I'll take you for a walk.
'Cause you feel what I feel
'Cause you see what I see
The beautiful with the ugly
The neighborhood and its bataneo
The Sifrin I want to get to write a rap
Hip Hop in small jar
Come on, I'll teach you.
Focus hard you have the right to a dream
(Rekeson!)
Sad for you if you don't share my ideas
But I'm from the street and she turns it into art
Don't think my music is just to sympathize
When there is so much evil taking away our infants
You know who I am The Voice of the silent when you speak
The one who earns respect only with the word
And even if you judge me at a distance of two blocks
I'm still standing like the effect of a viagra
So avoid those comments that don't fit
Because here we are pure dogs that do not bark
We are more than a public figure
We are the only real face this Republic has
They're from the street.
It's not the same it's not the same
With yours, not mine, it's about respecting
They're from the street.
I'm alive I'm on land
It's better to live in peace than to live on war
They're from the street.
It's not the same it's not the same with yours with mine it's about tolerating
From calleeee
(They are from the street!) Aja of the street is that I come Ohh of the street
Aja from the street is coming out tohh'
Salt tohh'
(They are from the street!) Aja from the street is that I come I'm from the street Aja!
Ushering in a new era
And walking through the same wax
Apache, Bostas, Gabylonia, Cotur
Nacho, Rekeson y Franco L'squadron
Malandra Ya Jahh'