Os 400 Golpes Lyrics – Sile
Singer: Sile
Title: 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 – 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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Lyrics Sile – Os 400 Golpes
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