Kemo The Blaxican — Quiero Volar song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quiero Volar" by Kemo The Blaxican.
Lyrics
En esta clik,
se encurentran rateros pandilleros, boteros y pistoleros.
Y la choca ya se que no nos quieren,
ellos prefieren vernos encerados por anos.
En esta clik,
se encurentran rateros pandilleros, boteros y pistoleros.
Y la choca ya se que no nos quieren,
ellos prefieren vernos encerados por anos.
En estas calles de Los Angeles,
que cada noche piden sangre
me lleno los pulmones de aire.
Y se viste de soldado para armarme.
Preparando,
el camino pa delante,
tiro semilla con microphono.
Escriviendo, en la tierra del Azteca
Somos de aqui,
y el orgullo les molesta
Tierra robada,
tierra prestada.
Te cuesta caro,
te vale nada.
Y los payasos
toman leche con eruho.
Puro veneno, y no te occupo.
Que tanto movimiento paqui y paya.
Y cada guerillero que cae
quiere volar.
Y seigue la batada manana
nunca termina
Y paso pa delante,
quieren juzgarme.
Cada noche controlando yo, el microphono
Y cada die me carga mas, esta vida no me deja mas
Quiero volar, quiero volar!
Cada noche controlando yo, el microphono
Y cada die me carga mas, esta vida no me deja mas
Quiero volar, quiero volar!
En esta clik,
se encurentran rateros pandilleros, boteros y pistoleros.
Y la choca ya se que no nos quieren,
ellos prefieren vernos encerados por anos.
Terminando nos, nosotros mismo
Attcando nos, en cada sitio
Basta! Con la vida gastada!
Quando cae un soldado es la familia que paga
Luego viene la venganza.
La venganza, tiros a la espalda
Y nadie gana
Almas perdidas, y las oraciones tocan al cielo
y pieden paz. Pero ya no mas.
El cinico, me pregunto
como yo volare
con las alas ponchadas
y las manos amaradas.
Rompo con las sogas,
no me controllan.
Con mente libre, voy a volar!
Cada noche controlando yo, el microphono
Y cada die me carga mas, esta vida no me deja mas
Quiero volar, quiero volar!
Cada noche controlando yo, el microphono
Y cada die me carga mas, esta vida no me deja mas
Quiero volar, quiero volar!
Y que siga el poeta con su letra
El activista con su vista,
y el rapero, con su juego
Quitando los ladrillos de la sima al progresso.
Cada noche controlando yo, el microphono
Y cada die me carga mas, esta vida no me deja mas
Quiero volar, quiero volar…
Lyrics translation
In this clik,
gang robbers, boatmen and gunmen are in trouble.
I know they don't want us.,
they prefer to see us waxed for years.
In this clik,
gang robbers, boatmen and gunmen are in trouble.
I know they don't want us.,
they prefer to see us waxed for years.
On these streets of Los Angeles,
that every night they ask for blood
my lungs are full of air.
And he dressed as a soldier to arm me.
Prepare,
the road PA ahead,
seed shot with microphone.
Writing, in the land of the Aztec
We're from here.,
and pride bothers them
Stolen land,
borrowed land.
It costs you dearly,
you're worth nothing.
And clowns
they drink milk with eruho.
Pure poison, and I won't bother you.
So much movement paqui and paya.
And every Guerrilla that falls
he wants to fly.
And seigue the batter tomorrow
it never ends
And step pa ahead,
they want to judge me.
Every night controlling me, the microphone
And every day I load more, this life leaves me no more
I want to fly, I want to fly!
Every night controlling me, the microphone
And every day I load more, this life leaves me no more
I want to fly, I want to fly!
In this clik,
gang robbers, boatmen and gunmen are in trouble.
I know they don't want us.,
they prefer to see us waxed for years.
Finishing US, ourselves
Attcando us, at every site
Stop it! With life spent!
When a soldier falls, it's the family that pays.
Then comes revenge.
Revenge, back shots
And no one wins
Lost souls, and prayers touch heaven
and lay peace. But not anymore.
The cynic, I wonder
as I fly
with the wings punctured
and hands tied.
I break with the ropes,
they don't control me.
With free mind, I'll fly!
Every night controlling me, the microphone
And every day I load more, this life leaves me no more
I want to fly, I want to fly!
Every night controlling me, the microphone
And every day I load more, this life leaves me no more
I want to fly, I want to fly!
And follow the poet with his lyrics
The activist with his view,
and the rapper, with his game
Removing the bricks from the sima to progress.
Every night controlling me, the microphone
And every day I load more, this life leaves me no more
I want to fly, I want to fly…