Below is the lyrics of the song Peleadora , artist - Mala Rodríguez with translation
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Mala Rodríguez
Another one
Paul Boutique
Lere-le-le
How it’s going?
They see
You call
Yo no soy un soldado
Soy una peleadora
Cuanto má' pierdo, má' gano
Juego al juego que atesora
Si me está' sintiendo fuerte
Si no tiene' quién te llora
Ven y cógeme la mano
Y grita conmigo ahora
Ahora (Ja)
Ahora (Gonna happen', just roll)
Si la muerte se acerca se le da la bienvenida
Ve despacio porque hay tráfico en esta avenida
Si yo soy tu entrada, tú ere' mi salida
Te miro convencía', todo esto e' mentira
Espejo' de lo que son, no son esa' alma' perdida'
No nos gusta la gente, pero somos gente
We don’t like to being judge, but we all judge everyone
Estamo' aquí, somo' parte de la comida
Reacción alérgica, el infierno en la tierra así metida
Opuesto' expuesto' de la misma energía
Bailando al son de tu atención
Donde pone' los ojo' está la tensión
Gracia' al autor, gracia' a las herida'
Yo no soy un soldado
Soy una peleadora (I see)
Cuanto má' pierdo, má' gano (Trust)
Juego al juego que atesora (¡Rra!)
Si me está' sintiendo fuerte
Si no tiene' quién te llora
Ven y cógeme la mano
Y grita conmigo ahora
Ahora
another one
Paul's Boutique
Lere-le-le
How is it going?
they see
you call
I am not a soldier
I am a fighter
The more I lose, the more I win
I play the game that treasures
If you're feeling strong
If you don't have' who cries for you
come and hold my hand
And scream with me now
now (ha)
Now (Gonna happen', just roll)
If death approaches it is welcomed
Go slowly because there is traffic on this avenue
If I am your entrance, you are my exit
I look at you convinced', all this is a lie
Mirror' of what they are, they are not that 'lost' soul
We don't like people, but we are people
We don't like to be judge, but we all judge everyone
We're here, we're part of the food
Allergic reaction, hell on earth like that
Opposite 'exposed' of the same energy
Dancing to your attention
Where you put your eyes is the tension
Thanks to the author, thanks to the wounds
I am not a soldier
I am a fighter (I see)
The more I lose, the more I win (Trust)
I play the game that treasures (Rra!)
If you're feeling strong
If you don't have' who cries for you
come and hold my hand
And scream with me now
Now
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