More songs by Delarue
Description
It smells of the street, petrol and that calmness that comes when everything has already been decided. This isn't about gangster posturing - it's about survival with your back straight and your mouth shut. When the word ‘family’ means more than any deal, and ‘business as usual’ sounds not like stagnation but like stability, paid for with sleepless nights.
The music flows smoothly, like an idling engine, without falsehood or embellishment. It contains weary dignity and cold loyalty to one's own. Not a saint, not a hero, just a man who knows the value of bread, silence and those who remain close. The rest is noise, which he has long since learned to turn away from.
Lyrics and translation
Original
So Good on the beat.
Ah.
Hacemos lo que hacemos, cerrada la boca.
Las cosas en su sitio, el tiempo no se equivoca. ¿Cuántos se torcieron? Víctimas de la coca.
Cuando hablan tus principios, es oro lo que tocas. Soy de donde voy, pero más de donde vengo.
Lo haces mal, valoras menos lo que soy que lo que tengo. Ah. Crecimos adictos al riesgo.
Hablan de ser los mejores con quien ha creado el juego.
Los fajos por debajo de la mesa, la baldrón la pesa, sin plus ni remesa, con abogado no se confiesa.
Jóvenes atrapados como un puzle sin piezas, en la flote vendiendo lo que te nubla la cabeza.
No hablan con indirectas, el camino recto.
Viven sin nada que perder. No hablan con indirectas, el camino recto.
Viven sin nada que perder. Eh. Puedo dormirme contento si la fami está bien.
Sigo vendiendo paquetes con de placas de cien.
Puedo dormirme contento si la fami está bien. Sigo vendiendo paquetes con de placas de cien.
La delincuencia baila, llamadas desde un Leica. Caleta en el Octavia, la Shylock y su labia.
Te la vas sin querer antes del amanecer.
Los guardias y las perras no me van a entorpecer. Todo es como era ayer, aunque ahora hay más dinero.
Me fío de los mismos, aunque hay muchos que se fueron.
Al de arriba me arrodillo, pido perdón porque peco. La mente en el trabajo, las distracciones lejos.
De nada me quejo, costumbre de soldado. Lo demás es un lujo si mi sangre está a mi lado.
Esta vida me enseñó lo material, segundo plano. No te canses de cuidar lo que no toca tus manos.
No hablan con indirectas, el camino recto. Viven sin nada que perder.
No hablan con indirectas, el camino recto. Viven sin nada que perder. Eh.
Puedo dormirme contento si la fami está bien.
Sigo vendiendo paquetes con de placas de cien. Puedo dormirme contento si la fami está bien.
Sigo vendiendo paquetes con de placas de cien. Hacemos lo que hacemos, cerrada la boca.
Las cosas en su sitio, el tiempo no se equivoca. ¿Cuántos se torcieron? Víctimas de la coca.
Cuando hablan tus principios, es oro lo que tocas.
La delincuencia baila, llamadas desde un Leica. Caleta en el Octavia, la Shylock y su labia.
Te la vas sin querer antes del amanecer. Los guardias y las perras no me van a entorpecer.
English translation
So Good on the beat.
Oh.
We do what we do, keep our mouths shut.
Things are in their place, time is not wrong. How many were twisted? Coca victims.
When your principles speak, what you touch is gold. I am from where I go, but more from where I come from.
You do it wrong, you value what I am less than what I have. Oh. We grew up addicted to risk.
They talk about being the best with whoever created the game.
The bundles are under the table, the baldrón weighs her, without bonus or remittance, with a lawyer she does not confess.
Young people trapped like a puzzle without pieces, afloat selling what clouds your head.
They do not speak with hints, the straight path.
They live with nothing to lose. They do not speak with hints, the straight path.
They live with nothing to lose. Hey. I can fall asleep happy if the family is well.
I continue selling packages of plates of one hundred.
I can fall asleep happy if the family is well. I continue selling packages of plates of one hundred.
Crime dances, calls from a Leica. Caleta in the Octavia, the Shylock and her labia.
You accidentally leave before dawn.
The guards and the bitches are not going to hinder me. Everything is as it was yesterday, although now there is more money.
I trust them, although there are many who left.
To the one above I kneel, I ask forgiveness because I sin. Mind on work, distractions away.
I don't complain about anything, soldier's habit. The rest is a luxury if my blood is by my side.
This life taught me the material, the background. Don't get tired of taking care of what your hands don't touch.
They do not speak with hints, the straight path. They live with nothing to lose.
They do not speak with hints, the straight path. They live with nothing to lose. Hey.
I can fall asleep happy if the family is well.
I continue selling packages of plates of one hundred. I can fall asleep happy if the family is well.
I continue selling packages of plates of one hundred. We do what we do, keep our mouths shut.
Things are in their place, time is not wrong. How many were twisted? Coca victims.
When your principles speak, what you touch is gold.
Crime dances, calls from a Leica. Caleta in the Octavia, the Shylock and her labia.
You accidentally leave before dawn. The guards and the bitches are not going to hinder me.