Strange Fruit - Sidney Bechet Trio, Willie Smith
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Strange Fruit - Sidney Bechet Trio, Willie Smith

Год
2013
Язык
`Spanish`
Длительность
150400

Below is the lyrics of the song Strange Fruit , artist - Sidney Bechet Trio, Willie Smith with translation

Lyrics " Strange Fruit "

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Strange Fruit

Sidney Bechet Trio, Willie Smith

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Con un polvo de lavada me aliviano

Con un buen cigarro

Siempre me relajo, sin descuidar el trabajo

Yo defiendo una bandera

Yo era gente del 50

Aqui estamos presentes

Pa lo que se ofrezca

Soy El Tipo y del Bravo traigo escuela

Recuerdo cuando andaba por mi barrio

Caminando por las calles

Con toda mi clika lo vago no se me quita

Pues ni que fuera gripa

Parrandas y amanecidas

Yo sigo siendo el mismo

Lo humilde me acobija

Asi es como me ha enseñado la vida

Patrullamos en ciudades y en los ranchos

Al que traigo a mi lado

Es el compa Jimmy y nunca se me ha rajado

A lo que sea le atoramos

Ya sean contras o soldados

Ha quedado demostrado

Por las malas soy muy malo

No se espanten por las buenas soy calmado

Cuatacha me brincaste hiciste esquina

Aquel dia que me aprhendieron los soldados

Todavia no se me olvida

Encerrado me tenian

Pense no la libraria

Pero corri con suerte

No me dejo mi gente

Una llamada y me sacaron en caliente

Me gusta sentir machin la adrenalina

Hago disparos al viento

Ay como me divierto toreando a los del gobierno

Asi la paso en terreno

Pa la muerte ya no hay miedo

Tiro humito para el cielo

Asi vivo contento

Mas no abuso porque yo tengo cerebro

Un saludo pa mi equipo y mis amigos

Aun recuerdo a un gran amigo

En aquellas loqueras

Cuate que estuve contigo

Pero fue cruel el destino

Aun sigo en el camino

Avanzando y calmadito

Ahora me dicen «El Tipo»

«Tipo Tren» asi me mientan en corridos

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With a washing powder I relieve myself

with a good cigar

I always relax, without neglecting work

I defend a flag

I was people of the 50

here we are present

For what is offered

I'm El Type and from Bravo I bring school

I remember when I walked through my neighborhood

Walking through the streets

With all my clika, the lazy does not go away

Well, not even if it was the flu

Parrandas and sunrises

I'm still the same

The humble shelters me

This is how he has taught me life

We patrol in cities and on ranches

The one I bring by my side

It's compa Jimmy and he has never cracked on me

We stick to whatever

Whether they are contras or soldiers

He has been proven

For the bad I'm very bad

Don't be scared by the good ones I'm calm

Cuatacha you jumped me you made a corner

That day the soldiers apprehended me

I still haven't forgotten

locked up they had me

I thought not the library

But I was lucky

I do not leave my people

One call and they took me out hot

I like to feel machin the adrenaline

I fire shots into the wind

Oh how I have fun fighting those from the government

That's how I spent it on the ground

For death there is no longer fear

I shoot smoke for the sky

So I live happy

But I don't abuse because I have a brain

Greetings to my team and my friends

I still remember a great friend

in those madhouses

Dude I was with you

But fate was cruel

I'm still on the road

moving forward and calm

Now they call me "The Type"

«Type Train» so they lie to me in corridos

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