Calle 13 — Intro Crónica De Un Nacimiento song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Intro Crónica De Un Nacimiento" by Calle 13.
Lyrics
Un veintinueve de Noviembre del año 2005
Por accidente nació el residente.
El residente acaparo los medios de repente
Casi como un asalto.
Se metió dentro del cuerpo de un joven
En Trujillo alto.
Al joven Rene Pérez
Lo convirtió en su marioneta
Le arranco su apellido
Le quito su identidad completa
Le robo su familia
Le quito su novia
Le amarro su cabeza
A un baúl repleto de todas sus fobias.
Le puso una pistola en la boca
Y dos rifles en cada oreja
(No me mates)
(Cállate, no quiero quejas
Y no me levantes las Sejas)
Gritaba el residente enloquecido
Despertando en aquel mundo a todos los dormidos
Con una navaja el residente le arranco la piel de la cara
El joven Rene Pérez casi ya no respiraba
Le dijo al residente con valentía y repudio
(Ahora voy a desconectar los cables del estudio)
Como por arte de magia el Residente desapareció
Por aquellos mundos
Confusos
Nadien más lo vio.
Y es que sin música
El residente calle trece no puede existir.
Escuchándolo
Es la única manera de volverlo a revivir.
Tuvo que venir un invecil
Y su música escuchar
Para que la residente calle trece
Nos volviera a visitar.
Lyrics translation
Twenty-ninth November 2005
By accident the resident was born.
The resident grabbed the media all of a sudden
Almost like a robbery.
He got inside a young man's body.
In Trujillo alto.
To the young Rene Perez
He turned him into his puppet.
I'll rip his last name off.
I take away his full identity
I stole his family from him.
I take away his girlfriend.
I tie his head to him.
A trunk full of all his phobias.
He put a gun in his mouth.
And two rifles in each ear
(Don't kill me)
(Shut up, I don't want any complaints
And don't Lift Me Up.)
The Mad resident shouted
Waking up in that world to all the sleepers
With a knife the resident I rip the skin off his face
The young Rene Perez almost did not breathe
He told The Resident courageously and repudiated
(Now I'm going to disconnect the studio cables)
As if by Magic The Resident disappeared
For those worlds
Confusing
Nadien more saw it.
And it's that without music
The thirteen Street resident can't exist.
Listening to it
It's the only way to revive him.
An invecil had to come.
And your music listening
For the thirteen Street resident
He would visit us again.