Dile - Dellafuente

+ Porque yo… nunca he sabi’o cantar

Ni yo… creo que se cantar, yo lo que hago es transmitir

Y entonces, pues… el sufrir me ha desarrollado los sentidos

Un poquito, porque yo lo quería siempre no es aprender

Ni saber, ignorar siempre

Dile, dile, dile

Que ya estoy cura’o de espanto

Voy a cumplir pronto los veintitantos

Dile, dile, dile

Que el dinero he esta’o lavando

Y por ello sigo peleando

Dile, dile, dile

Que el sol no alumbra ya mi corazón

Y lo siento, sé que a veces no hago lo correcto

Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah, levanta’o de buena mañana

La alegría a mi casa llama, mi mujer vestí'a de Prada

El que toque mi comida, te juro corto sus alas

Mi trabajo es la música, compai, las cosas claras

Yo ahora sobrevivo de esto, estoy comiendo de esto

A la mínima que falte, te lo juro no contesto

Yo no soy de amenazar, me gusta hablar con los hechos

Y no me gusta llevarme una extensible pa' los conciertos

Estoy, dando trabajos a los chavales con mi música

Estoy, dando alegría a mi familia con mi música

Estoy, haciendo música, calla’o centra’o en mi música

A mí tienes que matarme pa' que pare de hacer música

Yo, nunca en mi vi’a había pensa’o en ser cantante

Queríamos ser to’s narcotraficantes

Me rio de to’s los que se reían de lo que hago, mira hermano

Ahora me da igual que se me acabe el paro

— Tú querías ignorar siempre

Porque a ti te daba, me han contado, hasta vergüenza cantar

+ Por supuesto

Yo cuando voy a cantar, me parezco a un mono de atracción, y no me gusta eso

Dile, dile, dile

Que ya estoy curao' de espanto

Voy a cumplir pronto los veintitantos

Dile, dile, dile

Que el dinero he estao' lavando

Y por ello sigo peleando

Dile, dile, dile

Que el sol no alumbra ya mi corazón

+ El cante debería ser libre y sin dinero

— Libre y sin dinero, ¡ole!

+ Because I… I have never known how to sing

Neither do I... I think I know how to sing, what I do is transmit

And then, well… suffering has developed my senses

A little bit, because I always wanted it, it's not learning

Don't even know, always ignore

Tell him, tell him, tell him

I'm already cured of fright

I'm going to be in my twenties soon

Tell him, tell him, tell him

That the money I have been washing

And that's why I keep fighting

Tell him, tell him, tell him

That the sun no longer lights up my heart

And I'm sorry I know sometimes I don't do the right thing

Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah, get up in the morning

Joy to my house calls, my wife dressed in Prada

Whoever touches my food, I swear I cut their wings

My job is music, compai, clear things

I now survive from this, I am eating from this

At the minimum that is missing, I swear I will not answer

I am not one to threaten, I like to speak with the facts

And I don't like to take an extensible to the concerts

I'm giving jobs to kids with my music

I am giving joy to my family with my music

I'm making music, shut up, focused on my music

You have to kill me so that I stop making music

I, never in my life had thought of being a singer

We wanted to be all drug traffickers

I laugh at all those who laugh at what I do, look brother

Now I don't care if my unemployment is over

— You always wanted to ignore

Because it gave you, I have been told, even ashamed to sing

+ of course

When I go to sing, I look like a monkey of attraction, and I don't like that

Tell him, tell him, tell him

I'm already cured of fright

I'm going to be in my twenties soon

Tell him, tell him, tell him

That the money I have been washing

And that's why I keep fighting

Tell him, tell him, tell him

That the sun no longer lights up my heart

+ Cante should be free and without money

— Free and without money, hey!