Ya no hay drama
Paz como el Dalái Lama
Amor para los clanes de la trama
So welcome to my saga
Trazo verdades como Muhammad
Contiene el brana, luna llena
Activo glándulas que no pensaba
Fala con lo mío, toma de ese río y sana
Insha’Allah, escribo esto tirao’ en la cama
Con más barras que alcatraz
Ey momia, ¿Dónde estabas?
Nunca te vi la cara
Día gris de Coltrane
Mi hermano Diggin’ in the Crates
Controlo el tiempo y vuelvo para renacer (back)
Sueño de ese fin, pasajes entre mi
Alguno fue Caín, a la serpiente redimí
Throw that, smoking trees
Voy a disfrutarte así, so keep it high
Ven a mí {x2}
So ven a mí
Me desprendo
El cordón plateado describe el velo
Escribo lo que no veo
Krishnamurti, el sol negro
Está en estruendo, tara de anciano
Elevo los grados
Un mundo infectado moviéndose entre los dedos
Cultivo y cosecho
Los frutos más preciados los mantiene el pecho
El abanico te lo mueve el viento
Es simbólico de hecho
Experimento posmoderno
{?} your hands
Pues everyone is in my backpack
Si me matan no es artificial
La época dorada en el mar de metal
Banderas sin color van a flamear igual
Psychotropic wrote the real pact
To the {?}
No es plano astral, son
Ta’ todo acá
Macrocosmos mental
Me quita en espiral
Un brujo íntegro
Con IRIVRTE te ponemo’ el marrueco
No salgo con bandana y chaleco
Igual podría romperte el fleco
Un lider de rezo
Vestido Falcony is only headshot
Un monte sin oxígeno
Los hombres de la vieja república
Te arrancan la túnica
A cara esculpida
Vos rezá por mi música
Creencia profunda
Diggin’ con un metal detector en la tundra
Yo corté la cabeza del General Douglas McArthur
Y la sangre a la tierra cayó
Johnny todo ok, fum
Por mi hermano pongo las manos en el cactus
Somos la figurita que te falta en el al-boom
El vidrio se me empaña cuando escribo con guadaña
Vampira rara, te espero en Transilvania
La salida que te venden es de porcelana
Entre ropa apretada y comida procesada
Sacá esa cara de morlaco
Silbando la tercera del borracho
Escapando de su gualicho
Tienen el pico grande, pelícano
Tu culo abierto con perfil verificado
Un ícono
El cordón plateado describe el velo
Escribo lo que no veo
Krishnamurti, el sol negro
Está en estruendo
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SOL NEGRO Lyrics English
There is no drama anymore
Peace as the Dalái Lama
Love for the clans of the plot
So Welcome to My Saga
Stroke truths like muhammad
Contains the brane, full moon
Active glands that I did not think
Fala with my thing, take that river and healthy
Insha’LaLah, I write this pulling ‘on the bed
With more bars than alcatraz
Hey mum, where were you?
I never saw your face
Coltrane Gray Day
My brother diggin ‘in the crates
I control the time and go back to reborn (Back)
Dream that end, passages between me
Someone was Cain, the snake Remedy
Throw That, Smoking Trees
I’m going to enjoy yourself like this, so keep it high
Come to me {x2}
So come to me
I detached
The silver cord describes the veil
I write what I do not see
Krishnamurti, the black sun
Is in DIN, Elder’s Tara
I raise the grades
An infected world moving between the fingers
Cultivation and cover
The most precious fruits keeps them the chest
The fan moves it to you the wind
It is symbolic in fact
Postmodern experiment
{?} Your Hands
Because everyone is in my backpack
If they kill me it is not artificial
The golden age in the metal sea
Flags without color are going to flaming the same
Psychotropic wrote the real pack
To the
It’s not astral, they are
Ta ‘all here
Mental macrocosmos
I take off my spiral
An full sorcerer
With Irivrte I put you ‘El Morocco
I do not go out with Bandana and Vest
The same could break the fleco
A prayer leader
Dress Falcony Is Only Headshot
An oxygen-free
The men of the old Republic
They start the tunic
To face sculpted.
You pray for my music
Deep belief
Diggin ‘with a metal detector in the tundra
I cut the head of General Douglas McArthur
And blood to earth fell
Johnny All Ok, Fum
By my brother I put his hands on the cactus
We are the figurine that you lack in the al-boom
The glass is tarnished when I write with scythe
Vampira Rare, I’ll wait for you in Transylvania
The exit that sells you is porcelain
Between tight clothing and processed food
Take that face from Morlaco
Whistling the third of the drunk
Escaping from his gualicho
They have big peak, pelican
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An icon
The silver cord describes the veil
I write what I do not see
Krishnamurti, the black sun
It is in rumble
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