| 作曲 : Chavarre, Ilustre, Machado ... | |
| I'd | |
| Like to welcome | |
| They will all come | |
| When we're underground | |
| I'd | |
| Like attention | |
| Their attention | |
| When we're all alone | |
| But you can't deny | |
| You would kill her | |
| El machete pelao | |
| Y el alcohol en las manos | |
| This time | |
| Me conviene | |
| Not to let you win | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses you | |
| Probably forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we're restless - and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| So cut all your senses | |
| Y ya no te pienses | |
| Que no!! | |
| I | |
| Wanna severe | |
| She's so clever | |
| And I got the nerve | |
| Put aside | |
| Intervention | |
| My dementia | |
| Has me under control | |
| As our eyes | |
| Get distracted | |
| Se complica Y te quitas, tu brinca | |
| When I say that I | |
| I've accepted | |
| Not to let you win | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses - then | |
| We'll prolly forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we're restless - and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| So cut all your senses | |
| Y ya no te pienses | |
| Que no!!! | |
| A long time ago | |
| When the shit hit the fan | |
| Did you not understand | |
| That we lost and gave it all | |
| Now the fire is the one thing that never gives up | |
| Why!! | |
| I just gotta know | |
| Did you think that the ground would not swallow you up | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses - then | |
| We'll prolly forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we're restless - and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| But you don't know jack shit |
| zuo qu : Chavarre, Ilustre, Machado ... | |
| I' d | |
| Like to welcome | |
| They will all come | |
| When we' re underground | |
| I' d | |
| Like attention | |
| Their attention | |
| When we' re all alone | |
| But you can' t deny | |
| You would kill her | |
| El machete pelao | |
| Y el alcohol en las manos | |
| This time | |
| Me conviene | |
| Not to let you win | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses you | |
| Probably forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we' re restless and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| So cut all your senses | |
| Y ya no te pienses | |
| Que no!! | |
| I | |
| Wanna severe | |
| She' s so clever | |
| And I got the nerve | |
| Put aside | |
| Intervention | |
| My dementia | |
| Has me under control | |
| As our eyes | |
| Get distracted | |
| Se complica Y te quitas, tu brinca | |
| When I say that I | |
| I' ve accepted | |
| Not to let you win | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses then | |
| We' ll prolly forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we' re restless and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| So cut all your senses | |
| Y ya no te pienses | |
| Que no!!! | |
| A long time ago | |
| When the shit hit the fan | |
| Did you not understand | |
| That we lost and gave it all | |
| Now the fire is the one thing that never gives up | |
| Why!! | |
| I just gotta know | |
| Did you think that the ground would not swallow you up | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses then | |
| We' ll prolly forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we' re restless and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| But you don' t know jack shit |
| zuò qǔ : Chavarre, Ilustre, Machado ... | |
| I' d | |
| Like to welcome | |
| They will all come | |
| When we' re underground | |
| I' d | |
| Like attention | |
| Their attention | |
| When we' re all alone | |
| But you can' t deny | |
| You would kill her | |
| El machete pelao | |
| Y el alcohol en las manos | |
| This time | |
| Me conviene | |
| Not to let you win | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses you | |
| Probably forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we' re restless and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| So cut all your senses | |
| Y ya no te pienses | |
| Que no!! | |
| I | |
| Wanna severe | |
| She' s so clever | |
| And I got the nerve | |
| Put aside | |
| Intervention | |
| My dementia | |
| Has me under control | |
| As our eyes | |
| Get distracted | |
| Se complica Y te quitas, tu brinca | |
| When I say that I | |
| I' ve accepted | |
| Not to let you win | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses then | |
| We' ll prolly forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we' re restless and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| So cut all your senses | |
| Y ya no te pienses | |
| Que no!!! | |
| A long time ago | |
| When the shit hit the fan | |
| Did you not understand | |
| That we lost and gave it all | |
| Now the fire is the one thing that never gives up | |
| Why!! | |
| I just gotta know | |
| Did you think that the ground would not swallow you up | |
| Some days are senseless and so helpless | |
| But with Sadder days defenses then | |
| We' ll prolly forget it all too well | |
| Some days are made to feel so helpless | |
| But on saturday we' re restless and | |
| You think you know it all too well | |
| But you don' t know jack shit |