Dios ke te crew – 15.680

Dios ke te crew – 15.680 Lyrics

Artist: Dios ke te crew
Song: 15.680

Sinto amor por un pobo que non ten nada especial
Por non ter, non ten nin sequera pistas
Unha carreteira nacional a que dá nome franquista
Atravesa este desastre de revista

Brutal! Non temos cine nin tampouco praia
Nin monumentos que atraian ós putos turistas
No seu {?} unha boa industria textil
Pero con tal Amancio é difícil resistir

En Ordes temos un bar para cada catro
Ben servidos imos a
Se queres plutonio enriquecido
E non sabes onde atopalo

O chocolateiro está aberto todo o ano
Ordes. Onde? Ordes
Onde a miña nai pechou os ollos
Ordes, ese pobo onde falta de todo pero coa xente sobra

Ordes, terra de caciques e de bo xantar
Temos un dique por bandeira
Ordes, terra de caciques e de bo xantar
Tódolos mércores hai feira

Ordes, terra de graffitis e do mellor rap
Ordes, terra de graffitis e do mellor rap
Fogar do gran Manuel Ponte Pedreira
Se preguntan de onde es e respostas “de Ordes”

“Entre Santiago e Coruña?”, “O {?} son os putos fachas”
“De alí é {?}”, “e teñen uns murais que {?}”
Embaixadores sen querelo deste puto concello
Un amor-odio con orgullo que me reflexa no espello

Representamos a este pobo aínda que algúns non lles guste
Somos froito do loito de todo moito que nos cuspen
Así que disculpen pola traxectoria
Mais imos seguir facendo pra cambiar a historia

Para acabar coa escoria, para facer memoria
Mortos nas cunetas inda hoxe agardan gloria
Mentres cada ano sempre o fascista é Lois
O alcalde de turno a rezar lle foi

Ordes, terra de caciques e de bo xantar
Temos un dique por bandeira
Ordes, terra de caciques e de bo xantar
Tódolos mércores hai feira

Ordes, terra de graffitis e do mellor rap
Ordes, terra de graffitis e do mellor rap
Fogar do gran Manuel Ponte Pedreira
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15.680 Lyrics – English Translation

Feel love for a people who have nothing special
By not having it doesn’t even have clues
A national carriage that gives Franco’s name
Go through this magazine disaster

Brutal! We have no cinema nor beach
Neither monuments that attract the pours of tourists
On her {?} A good textile industry
But with such amancio it is difficult to resist

In orders we have a bar for every four
Well served we go to
If you want enriched plutonium
And you don’t know where to find it

Chocolate is open all year round
ORDERS. Where? Orders
Where my mother closed my eyes
Orders, that people where you lack everything but with us spare

Orders, Land of Caciques and good lunch
We have a dock by flag
Orders, Land of Caciques and good lunch
All Wednesday there is a fair

Orders, land of graffiti and the best rap
Orders, land of graffiti and the best rap
Home of the Great Manuel Ponte Pedreira
If they ask where you are and answers “of orders”

“Between Santiago and Coruña?”, “The {?} Are the faces pits”
“From there it’s {?}”, “And they have murals that {?}” ”
Uninerant Ambassadors of this County Puto
A love-hate with pride that reflects me in the mirror

We represent this people although some don’t like
We are the fruit of the mourning of all that we spend
So they apologize for the trajectory
But let’s continue doing to change the story

To end the scum, to make memory
Dead in the gutters today await glory
As every year always the fascist is Lois
The Turn Mayor to pray has been

Orders, Land of Caciques and good lunch
We have a dock by flag
Orders, Land of Caciques and good lunch
All Wednesday there is a fair

Orders, land of graffiti and the best rap
Orders, land of graffiti and the best rap
Home of the Great Manuel Ponte Pedreira
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Dios ke te crew Lyrics – 15.680

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From the album:
O Ciclo Da Serpe
Release Year: 2019