Trobajo – Infierno

Trobajo – Infierno Lyrics

Artist: Trobajo
Song: Infierno

Tenemos 15 años, o sea, 15 putos años y haces un álbum
Tío, eres músico, o sea, es como decirle a un escritor que haga una poesía sobre alguien
O bueno, a un poeta, ¿vale?
A lo mejor a un escritor no, pero a un poeta, ¿sabes?

Y lo hace, lo hace al minuto, o sea, no me demuestra una puta mierda
O sea, tú puedes decir que es una completa gilipollez
Punto número uno, no he dicho que sea una chorrada pero es que
Lo pienso

Es que no te entiendo, es que es imposible entenderte
Aquella tarde mis ojos
Daban vueltas buscándote
21 de mazo

Sentí tus labios y te encontré
El móvil sonaba, no lo miré
Ella me escribía, yo la ignoré
Bajé sin frenos y me estrellé

Pero al final solo son 3
Tú ya saliste de mi mundo
No intentes meterme en el tuyo
Inquisición de cianuro

Ya tengo el corazón puro
Le tengo miedo a la estabilidad
Si corro a ciegas no me pasa na’
Disfruto de la aleatoriedad

Ya no veo caras por toda la ciudad
No te llames Bambi, pues mientes fatal
Si algo pasó, no fue casualidad
No demostraste inteligencia emocional

Una noche estuve a punto de estallar
Esa dama del bosque me va a gritar
Ya no es ser de luz, solo oscuridad
Yo miré la cruz del monte para avanzar

Desde entonces no he vuelto a pasarlo mal
La droga estuvo aquí y allí
Como en todas partes
Contestaste

Todo esto es la carne
No te enganches
Límpiame por dentro
Soy un ascensor, a ninguna parte

La gloria vino a verme a mí
Para consolarme
Por todas las cosas que tú no sabes
En ese jardín ya no queda nadie

Ya no queda nadie
Y yo sigo corriendo a ninguna parte
Me siento mezquino solo pensarte
Si todo en la vida se paga en sangre

Yo tengo un río que cobrarte
Ya no queda nadie
Se cierran todos donde el cielo abre
Y la gente se muere por no engañarse

Y cuando yo muera me lleve un ángel
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Infierno Lyrics – English Translation

We are 15 years old, that is, 15 f#cking years and you make an album
Uncle, you are a musician, that is, it’s like telling a writer who makes a poetry about someone
Or well, to a poet, okay?
Maybe a writer does not, but to a poet, you know?

And he does it, he does it at minute, that is, he does not show me a f#cking sh#t
That is, you can say that it is a complete gilipollez
Point number one, I have not said it’s a b#llsh#t but it’s that
I think it

Is that I do not understand you, it is impossible to understand you
That afternoon my eyes
They turned around
Mazo.

I felt your lips and I found you
The mobile sounded, I did not look at it
She wrote me, I ignored her
I went down without brakes and I crashed

But at the end they are only 3
You already left my world
Do not try to get in yours
Inquisition of cyanide

I already have a pure heart
I am afraid of stability
If I run blind, it does not happen to me na ‘
I enjoy randomness

I no longer see faces throughout the city
Do not call you Bambi, because you lie fatal
If something happened, it was no chance
Do not demonstrate emotional intelligence

One night I was about to explode
That forest lady is going to scream
It is no longer being of light, only darkness
I looked at the cross cross to advance

Since then I have not had a bad time
The drug was here and there
Like everywhere
You answered

All this is the meat
Do not get hooked
Clean me inside
I am an elevator, nowhere

The glory came to see me
To comfort me.
For all the things you do not know
In that garden no one is left

There is no one left
And I keep running anywhere
I feel petty just thinking
If everything in life is paid in blood

I have a river that charged you
There is no one left
They close all where the sky opens
And people die not to be fooled

And when I die, take an angel
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Trobajo Lyrics – Infierno

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From the album:
Divina Juventud
Release Year: 2021