Jaloner – Auxilio Lyrics
Artist: Jaloner
Song: Auxilio
Siento que, estoy ya muerto por ti
Se me repiten cosas que son propias del poder
Mi mente es la cárcel (no, no, no, no, auxilio)
…
Si las palabras son armas, quiero sonar más
La precisión aumenta cuando intentan silenciarla (prr)
Tu libertad estará en el rio; cenizas
Hablas con el tío que quizás se criogeniza
¿Ceder metros? retroceder muerto
Fuera del féretro dentro de el fio me eriza la piel
Estás hablando con fetichistas
Estás saltando; confeti y chispas. Crispate bro
Bromas to’ macabras del destino
Cobras comen cabras ¿Qué habrá en el intestino?
¿Y si no, que habrá? ¿Cabrá un felino? ¿Cuadras de equinos?
¡Aquí no cuadra el socio mezquino!
El equinoccio coincidió con la {?}
Se me va de las manos mi película (manicura)
Tarántulas el bajo está a la altura, líneas duras
Mc’s fakes; envidia pura; clickbait miniaturas
El éxito congela dudas
Enfermo de mérito, el médico no me cura
Monjes, curas, clerigos. Conjeturas peligrosas (lombrices viscosas)
No rimes mis cosas
Pegajosas legañas no te duermas prime y hermanin
Dale caña, Alemania es Germany
Si el tenedor escuchara que chillo
Haría entendedor a la cuchara, al cuchillo
Siento que, estoy ya muerto por ti (por qué)
Se me repiten cosas que son propias del poder
Ganas de matarme (no, no, no, no, auxilio, socorro)
Y ahora cae un pensamiento recién descubierto en barrena
Desciende cubierto de arena haciendo su tiempo en la trena
Que es el punto en un conjunto de una frase
Tu estás difunto en el minuto en el que naces
Pongo juntos los conceptos que me place
Distantes contrapuestos, mediante un enlace
Y si esto hace que el sentido antes expuesto se desplace
Nace el puto arte del engarce y entro en trance
Inquietudes os harán valiosos
Como improvisar en clubes en ritmos de sambas, liosos (son)
Viejas leyes para nuevos casos, que son
Una tras otra; un atraso
Has el amor, no caso
Comerse al mundo a bocados, al fracaso
La cárcel está construida, la salida obstruida
En la ciudad encontré la huida, en una ruina
Siento que, estoy ya muerto por ti
Se me repiten cosas que son propias del poder
Mi mente es la cárcel, sacadme (no, no, no, no, auxilio)
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Auxilio Lyrics – English Translation
I feel like, I’m already dead for you
I repeat things that are typical of power
My mind is jail (no, no, no, no, help)
…
If the words are weapons, I want to sound more
The accuracy increases when they try to silence it (PRR)
Your freedom will be in the river; ash
You talk to the uncle that maybe cryogenized
Given meters? go back dead
Outside the crowd inside the fio my skin
You are talking to Fetish
You are jumping; Confetti and sparks. Crispate Bro.
Jokes To ‘Macabras del Destiny
Cobras eat goats What will there be in the intestine?
What if not, what will there be? Will a feline go? Stays of equines?
Here it does not fit the petty partner!
The equinox coincided with the {?}
My movie is going from my hands (manicure)
Tarantulas The bass is up to height, hard lines
Mc’s Fakes; pure envy; ClickBait Miniatures.
Success freezes doubts
Sick of merit, the doctor does not cure me
Monks, cures, clergy. Hazardous conjectures (viscous earthworms)
Do not rimes my things
Sticky Ledañas Do not Sleep Prime and Hermanin
Dale cane, Germany is Germany
If the fork heard that chillo
I would have a listener to the spoon, the knife
I feel that, I’m already dead for you (why)
I repeat things that are typical of power
Desire to kill me (no, no, no, no, help, relief)
And now a newly discovered thought falls in Barrena
Descends covered with sand doing their time on the trek
What is the point in a set of a phrase
You are deceased in the minute in which noces
I put together the concepts that I place
Confident distant, through a link
And if this makes the sense before exposed it moves
The f#cking art of cogen and entered trance
Concerns will be valuable
How to improvise in clubs in sambas rhythms, LIOSOS (SON)
Old laws for new cases, which are
One after another; a backwardness
Have love, no case
Eating the world to snacks, to failure
The prison is built, the obstructed exit
In the city I found the flight, in a ruin
I feel like, I’m already dead for you
I repeat things that are typical of power
My mind is jail, take me (no, no, no, no, help)
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Jaloner Lyrics – Auxilio
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From the album:
Efugio
Release Year: 2022