Masseratti 2lts — PIEDRA swinging-jam song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "PIEDRA swinging-jam" by Masseratti 2lts.
Lyrics
Good times are back
Good times are back
Good times are back
Good times are back
Masseratti 2 litros a presenta: Los Amigos Invisibles
Y tu no quieres que vuelva hablar
Y tu no quieres que vuelva hablar
Y solo hablo de mi verdad
Tu tienes miedo
Me tienes miedo
Y si te digo que tu estás mal
Que lo que haces no tiene sentido
Tapando el sol con solo un dedal
Muy lejos no llegarás conmigo
Y tu me dices que no estoy bien
Yo me levanto y hago el intento
De caminando me di un traspies
De mejorar lo que soy, lo que siento
La piedra vuelva a pegar
Y yo sigo con el juego
Y aunque quisiera parar
No me encuentro
No me encuentro (x2)
Y tu no quieres que vuelva a hablar
Que con mi voz manipulo lo hecho
Y solo hablo de mi verdad
Tu tienes miedo
Me tienes miedo
La piedra vuelva a pegar
Y yo sigo con el juego
Y aunque quisiera parar
No me encuentro
No me encuentro (x2)
Talking of humans I rather sing to oceans, clouds and dreamwriters
Human dreams are moved by caribean waters that dance with the bombo
The conga and the magic
Lyrics translation
Good times are back
Good times are back
Good times are back
Good times are back
Masseratti 2 liters a Presents: The Invisible Friends
And you don't want me to talk again.
And you don't want me to talk again.
And I'm just talking about my truth
You're scared.
You're scared of me.
And if I tell you you're wrong
That what you do doesn't make sense
Covering the sun with just a thimble
Too far you won't get with me
And you tell me I'm not well
I get up and I try
From walking I gave a transpies
To improve who I am, what I feel
The stone re-paste
And I keep playing
And even if I wanted to stop
I can't find
I don't find myself (x2)
And you don't want me to talk again.
That with my voice I manipulate what I've done
And I'm just talking about my truth
You're scared.
You're scared of me.
The stone re-paste
And I keep playing
And even if I wanted to stop
I can't find
I don't find myself (x2)
Talking of humans I rather sing to oceans, clouds and dreamwriters
Human dreams are moved by Caribbean waters that dance with the bombo
The conga and the magic