Baja y Sube Lyrics – Ilias
Singer: Ilias
Title: Baja y Sube
Ya no sé escribir, porque lo que viví ya no sé describirlo
Tuve que morir, ganar o perder, y nacer pa’ luego vivirlo
Otro día perdido pensando en la nada, salir del camino, y mi mente en las nubes
Buscando el sentido porque no te tuve, en la calle metido con un baja y sube
Y un baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, hasta que no pude
Baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, y la cabeza en las nubes
Baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, ya nada me pesa ni duele
Ni me pesa ni duele, ni me pesa ni duele
Ajeno por el dinero pero si lo veo, lo cojo primero (ole, ola)
Así me crié, y así seguiré, hasta que me muera yo te soy sincero (ole, ola)
Ha-ha-ha-hasta que Dios quiera, la mamá primera
Día y noche en guerra, por el monetario
De la ratonera, solo salen hienas
Comer de mi plato, quieren de mi cena
En la alegria, ganar pena como si fuera una novia
Problema’ me pesan, ya no miro ni la hora
Y un baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, hasta que no pude
Baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, y la cabeza en las nubes
Baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, ya nada me pesa ni duele
Ni me pesa ni duele, ni me pesa ni duele
Ya nada me duele, con ver la sonrisa de mi mamá me vale (con eso me vale)
Con salir de lo malo, con hacer cheles y no por vender en portales (y no por vender en portales)
Con que no pagan palo, con no ver a cercanos entre cristales
En un baja y sube, mrowen, andaba en un nube, pegando una pieza
Porque poco yo tuve, y sé lo que pude, llevar pa’ la mesa
Si de eso tuve que yo sude, tú no lo dudes, no por la pereza
Ahora beso mi madre y eso va primero, ya tengo cabeza
Ya no me come el stress, mucho pasé, culpa de esa jueza
En Barna, ya donde estés, un amor por ti ya no está por casa
Cada dos por tres, billets blancs, billets violets, avec la pesa
Para evitar la lhees, que ya estamos cansados ya de la pobreza
Y un baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, hasta que no pude
Baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, y la cabeza en las nubes
Baja y sube, mrowen, mrowen, ya nada me pesa ni duele
Ni me pesa ni duele, ni me pesa ni duele
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Baja y Sube – English Translation
I do not know how to write, because what I lived I do not know how to describe it
I had to die, win or lose, and be born pa ‘then to live it
Another day lost thinking about nothing, get out of the way, and my mind in the clouds
Looking for meaning because I did not have you, on the street tucked with a low and up
And a low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, until I could
Low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, and head in the clouds
Low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, nothing weighs me or it hurts
Nor does it weigh it or hurts, nor does it weigh it or hurts
Alien for money but if I see it, I take it first (ole, wave)
So I grew up, and so I will continue, until I die, I am sincere (ole, wave)
Ha-ha-ha-until God wants, the first mom
Day and night at war, for the monetary
Of the mousetrap, only hyenas come out
Eating my plate, they want from my dinner
In joy, to earn pity as if it were a girlfriend
Problem ‘weighed me, I do not look at or the time
And a low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, until I could
Low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, and head in the clouds
Low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, nothing weighs me or it hurts
Nor does it weigh it or hurts, nor does it weigh it or hurts
Nothing hurts, with seeing my mom’s smile, it’s worth it (with that it’s worth it)
With leaving the bad, with chels and not for selling in portals (and not by selling in portals)
With which they do not pay stick, with not seeing close between crystals
On a low and up, Mrowen, walked in a cloud, sticking a piece
Because little I had, and I know what I could, take for the table
If that I had that I sweat, you do not doubt it, not for laziness
Now I kiss my mother and that goes first, I already have a head
I do not eat the stress anymore, I spent, that judge’s fault
In Barna, where are you, a love for you is no longer at home
Every two by three, BILLETS BLANCS, BILLETS VIOLETS, AVEC THE PESA
To avoid the lhees, that we are already tired of poverty
And a low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, until I could
Low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, and head in the clouds
Low and up, Mrowen, Mrowen, nothing weighs me or it hurts
Nor does it weigh it or hurts, nor does it weigh it or hurts
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Lyrics Ilias – Baja y Sube
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