Sile – Os 400 Golpes

Sile – Os 400 Golpes Lyrics

Artist: Sile
Song: Os 400 Golpes

Todos queren un debut soñado, un medallón colgado
Importa o mínimo a calidade do traballo
Mais que menos que dar o máximo, aquí non hai fallo
A cada barra acérrimo, hoxe encérrome e non saio

Afastado de todo, conxelado como en Fargo
Hincando os cóbados, de novo o folio branco
Nun corro, arredor dun banco, aprendín mirando
Tanto como sentirse só estando en compañía

Tanto como prantexarse a túa propia valía
Con menos confianza conforme avanza cada día
Pisadas no pasado sérvenme de guía
Ti precisas de guías, que pronto te lías

Que creías que bastaba cun par de “yeahs”
Crieime con DKTC, cero tonterías
Frees en noites frías, takeos na gardería
Rompo cos moldes, saiome dos bordes

Nin xefes nin ordes, píllame montando cortes
Non pago por gold chains, e menos por more fame
Miran pero non ven, rapean e non sinten
Non teñen paixón, nin personalidade

Eu escoito cada son en busca dunha identidade
Non me compares, rapeo pa’ os que saben
Garda os xoguetes se chegan os maiores, vale?
Preso dun lío, do que moitos saen

Refírome á música de artistas fugaces
Eu aquí sigo, sen marcarme obxectivos
Escribindo o que vivo, vivindo porque escribo
Busco liberdade ma’ como Doinel buscando o mar

Correndo sen cesar, sen mirar atrás
Pollice verso, call me Young Caesar
Rap Honoris Causa, doutorado en soltar bars
Os golpes máis duros son dos que non te das conta

Deses imprevistos que f#xes e non afrontas
Quero ser prota de todas as pelis que te montas
Inseparables como Léaud e Truffaut, os Coen e McDormand
Rapeiros con jet lag

Alzan o voo nun tema e pronto se estrelan
Fantasean, con ser un gánster rollo GTA
Pero danse de conta que viron moito Goodfellas
Pellas e traxedias en fotogramas catárticos

Evádome coa música, son momentos máxicos
Outros nin a desfrutan, péganse entran en pánico (S-Pain)
Os seus cachos no chasis bro, chamen ao mecánico
Varias versións de min, un reflexo tibio

Solto frases con mimo, non hai ninguén máis nimio
Se escribo con dominio é porque queimo a BBO
Péchase o telón, isto só foi o principio
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Os 400 Golpes Lyrics – English Translation

Everyone wants a dream debut, a hung medallion
Matters the minimum the quality of work
But less than to give the most, here’s no failure
To every staunch bar, I lock myself today and I don’t go out

Away from everything, frozen as in Fargo
Swallowing the elbows, again the white folio
In a run, around a bank, I learned looking at
As much as feeling just being in company

As much as you are to get your own worth
With less trust as every day progresses
Treaded in the past serve as a guide to me
You need guides, you soon read you

What did you believe that it was enough with a pair of “Yeahs”
I raised with DKTC, zero nonsense
FREES on cold nights, take in the daycare
I break up with the molds, go out of the edges

Neither chiefs nor orders, pill me mounting cuts
Don’t pay for Gold Chains, let alone because of the hunger
They look but they don’t see, rap and don’t feel
Have no passion, no personality

I hear every sound in search of an identity
Don’t compare me, rapeo pa ‘Those who know
Save the toys if the elders arrive, okay?
Imprisoned of a mess, of which many come out

I mean the music of fleeting artists
I follow here, without setting me goals
Writing what I live, living because I write
I seek freedom ma ‘as doinel looking for the sea

Running without ceasing, without looking back
Verse Police, Call Me Young Caesar
Rap honoris causa, doctorate in drop bars
Hardest blows are those you don’t realize

Of those unforeseen ones you fuze and do not confront
I want to be prota of all the films you ride
Inseparable as Léaud and Truffaut, the Coen and McDormand
RAPEIROS WITH JET LAG

They raise the flight on a topic and soon shrink
Fantasean, with being a GTA GTA gangster
But realize that they saw a lot of Goodfellas
Hairdressers and tragedies in cathartic frames

I evad me with music, are magical moments
Others do not even enjoy it, panic (s-pain)
Your pigs in the chassis bro, call the mechanic
Several versions of me, a tibian reflex

Loose phrases with mime, there is no one no more nimio
If I write with domain is because I leave the bbo
Closes the curtain, this was only the beginning
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Sile Lyrics – Os 400 Golpes

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Release Year: 2021