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Santiagueña evocation

The dawn arrives,
the hill awakens,
the thrush warbles
and a chorus of little pigeons
sing my zamba next to the tunal.
 
Mornings of the hometown,
cloudless sky,
party of the sun
Santiago del Estero,
dear land of tradition!
 
Far away from my land
I want to evoke
with all my emotion
my Santiagueño hometown
that like the dream I see it
and the zamba carries away
my heart with these couplets.
 
To the second!
 
In!
 
In the burnt naps
white sadness of the salpetre mine,
freshness of carob trees
burning rounds under the talar.
 
Nights of salamanca*
rain of stars,
couplets of love.
The vidalera* moon
hit the box of the heart.
 
Far away from my land
I want to evoke
with all my emotion
my Santiagueño hometown
that like the dream I see it
and the zamba carries away
my heart with these couplets.
 

Fourteen brothers

Fourteen departments*
of Quichua root,
that just like our elders
speak this rich language.
 
Today I dispose myself to name
to all of you in this way,
Atamishqui and Salavina
Robles and Avellaneda.
 
Rivadavia with Taboada
San Martin, also Loreto,
Silípica with Moreno,
Matará and Sarmiento enter as well.
 
Let's see, wait a bit
another part is missing
Capital enters (this enumeration) too
Figueroa is coming.
 
The Quichua speaking people
here I have already named to you,
those are the departments
that have preserved the language so far.
 

The hoarse one

First!
 
An Atamisqueño violin
trunk of couplet nights
I bring for the memory
this chacarera.
 
Guitar of hoarse voices
tapped my blood
gut strings united
and primas of wire.
 
She is the voice of rococo
about the colour of the west
torrent of the Sweet River (Mishqui Mayu)
voice of the growing river.
 
My hoarse chacarera
you will be my company
because hoarse are the couplets
of this pain of mine.
 
Second!
 
In!
 
And hoarse in the voice of man
who walks with his lost love
and his heart that sings
mutilated with wine.
 
Very hoarse she gave me her mouth,
hoarse as she knows how to love me,
very hoarse she told me at the time:
'You'll have to forget me.'
 
Hoarse is the voice of absence,
hoarse is the voice of consolation,
hoarse in the lip that comes up
behind your handkerchief.
 
My hoarse chacarera
you will be my company
because hoarse are the couplets
of this pain of mine.
 

The peasant's chacarera

They have praised it so much
that I finally resolved:
in order to get to know Buenos Aires
I went to that place (litteral translation: there).
 
Arriving in that Retiro
I got down there without further ado,
where the people were going
I also directed myself.
 
Those trolleys and trains
oh, electricity!
Mum of mine, oh what a danger
they are for traveling!
 
Cars pass and pass,
they pass without any stop,
I've stayed a whole day
without being able to cross (the street)!
 
In that subway they say
I went to nose about,
some things like sticks
I started to push.
 
Anyone can think:
'Sticks of corral',
if you don't give it coin
it doesn't let you pass.
 
There are trains in that hole
just like not to believe it,
if you saw: these are like bullets
to run!
 
Who may have invented that,
Súpay* may have been (who invented it)!
Man's intelligence
I can't believe it.
 

Kuska juntos

Cha rinsunqui huamajnencka
chaykuychi
 
Chayllapi
 
There goes the one missing!
 
In!
 
It's over!
 

My bombo legüero

My verses in homage
to my bombo legüero,
we haven't left a corner
without frequenting, my companion.
 
We never missed it
he prayed in my trench,
it also accompanied us
the vidalera box.
 
He was born in the hills
of a ceibo se * with any
lined with leather and bizcacha
a chacarera song.
 
Luco, Luco
he has never liked
because he is a good peasant,
the raw leather soba'o
was his favorite group.
 
It was with Andrés Chazarreta*
as the best vidalero
with the Abalos (brothers) afterwards
also with the Chalchaleros.
 
Those tours throughout his places
made him reach the triumph,
now on radios and channels
he goes through all the bands.
 
And always from platform to platform
not even his face he has cleaned up
and so with that aspect
(he has been) everywhere early.
 
I always live in my ranch,
ranch where he has left me,
but I have the great pride
of a triumphant peasant.
 

The wandering (restless)

I'm looking for a girl,
where may she be?
Walking through long roads
I go without ceasing.
 
I went around Loreto
also by Suncho Corral
I went through the ravine and Matará.
 
I walked through Añatuya*, Campo Gallo* and Quimilí*
I will keep looking for her until I die.
 
She wasn't in Salavina*, Sumampa* nor Medellín*,
the passing birds weep for me.
 
Many suns have burned me
I'm so sad!
 
Moons saw me awake
I'm sobbing!
 
On the way back!
 
I went along the edge of the Salado River*,
I came back by April 7*,
going through Atamishqui
I arrived at Mailín.
 
I'll look for her by La Banda*,
Cañada Rita and Zorzal
Pampa Muyu*, Sinchi Caña* and beyond.
 
How many roads saw me
and how many villages, too,
in Campanitas* and El Charco*
I lost faith!
 

My little vine

Sung:
 
A little vine that I have
nobody will come to covet (it).
It already has a little bunch,
it gives me a sweet little grape.
 
I domn't compare it with anything,
it's a special little grape,
I sweetens me when I eat,
sure there is no other like it!
 
For no gold in the world
if they want to buy it from me,
I don't sell it nor change it,
my sweet, special little grape.
 
No pepitero comes
to peck my little grape,
I have my sling ready
without further ado I'll slingshoot it.
 
Declamed:
 
Those who look at her admire her
they call her 'moscatel',
I don't know what it may be for...
as sweet as honey.
 
Sung:
 
I have more fruit plants
and this one to mature
none like my little grape,
it can not be compared.
 
Keep the little plants
it just depends on caring,
all the care for them
more than to take care to adore!
 
They (the plants) always their nobility
give to us, they make us see,
pure nature
we must recognize.
 
Faithful woman
and the little plants
how noble they are,
they live to protect usl
of course, for life and for God!
 

The story of a suffered one

This story of a suffered
I narrate in my chacarera
some struggles have come up
between this one and Palito Ortega.
 
Thirteen years just turned
already a man he absented himself
he arrived lost in Retiro
and some couplets he recited.
 
Already hot, he went away
the little foreigner,
also on radio and TV
setting fire couplets.
 
Then he went to Chile
through those long roads
he runs like a drum and hit it
the spell of being alive.
 
Let's go with the second!
 
Again in Buenos Aires
with the heart broken into pieces,
willing to return to hometown
disappointed by failure.
 
He had an extended trick
with a human feeling
he said 'I'll take you home',
it was his friend Dino Ramos.
 
And so his life to the stick
was already fencing him
when a day in rezadito
he already was received recording
on the prestigious hill
Palito* was baptized
because he was idol I was going to see him
I had already fathomed it.
 

The mother of the river

Spoken:
 
¡Cha rin huamajnencka! (There goes the first one)
 
That the first one goes!
 
Singing:
 
From river waters fish,
many may not know it,
with my violin and singing
now I will tell you.
 
In a bend of the Río Dulce
I've found a girl there,
distracted, she hasn't seen me,
I've arrived near her.
 
Getting outside the water
on the bank she had been,
there she was combing
with a fish backbone,
if she comes across with a handsome man
an interest moves her,
that's why this time I swear
I was afraid that she'd take me.
 
Recitation:
 
The beautiful mother of the river
had me totally enamoured
in one of my wanderings
we meet one day.
 
Cha rin chusajnencka!
 
There goes what is missing!
 
Singing:
 
Hair sunca* of corn
besides pretty and juna*,
I approached to speak it
she (moved apart from me and) plunge into the water.
 
Lookinf after the fish
she usually spends her time by the rivers
if they splurge when fishing
she begins be stingy with them.
 
I've seen her very well
with signs she was calling me
it was the fish tail
it was (had been) the mother of the river.
 
if she comes across with a handsome man
an interest moves her,
this time I wanted to follow her,
I was afraid that she'd take me.
 

The crespín's moan

Cha cká ckaran ckpten crespín yachapi don Sixto, let's see.
 
And well chay rin (there it goes),
¡cha rin huamajnencka! (There it goes the first one!)
 
In!
 
Good, good!
 
Supas huackanchis huaucke
mayan kuchu huajachi.
 
¡Cha rin suq la chay pacha!
 

When the sun dies (zamba)

In!
 
It breaks into
silver pieces at night
a thousand flakes of moons go lighting it
and the melody takes me in the wind
bringing the accent of an old singing.
 
The land wakes up
of its pure dreams,
dew drops
go watering it,
a bright old man
lights up in the distance
filling the emptiness
of my loneliness.
 
Destiny of star when it dies,
the light goes out at dawn,
but it will be reborn again
when the sun dies tomorrow.
 
In!
 
Its eyes will shine
bringing reflection,
dressing the night with a blue poncho
counting stars it will have a hope
dreaming in a bed covered with tulle.
 
Memories will pour out
carrying in time
towards infinity
a love song.
In open courses
marking a destiny
looking for a way
of light and colour.
 
Destiny of star when it dies,
the light goes out at dawn,
but it will be reborn again
when the sun dies tomorrow.
 

To the Singers of Salavina

Tuesday, October 15
they were notified,
Singers of Salavina *,
they've been called from heaven.
 
Osvaldo came back again
and thus to know where he's going,
taken by their destiny
they went to Nordelta *.
 
As news arrives
that with Tata * God they've gone away,
Tata (Father) God wants what's good
and from the good one he's served himself.
 
Salavina * is in mourning
three lives were extinguished,
those hunk lads:
Singers of Salavina.
 
Antonio, Víctor, Luciano
the three went away together,
bass drum, guitar, singing
towards our blessed heaven.
 
The customs of this land,
of our Argentine homeland.
They were messengers,
Singers of Salavina
 
The Quichua * never forgot
those divine lyrics,
they always sang things f our country,
Singers of Salavina.
 

SUPERPALAV

Verse 1:
Superpower means I can stand(endure) all night long,
super-naughty means you haven't seen anything.
I enter sharply, like a mother in a kid's room
and I don't knock, but I make a compromise for you.
 
0-888-Papi-Hans.
immediately call for your chance,
come for Netflix and chill,
I'm not talking about romance.
 
All my traits are inferior,
if you have a need - just call me,
my number has no error.
How I envy that you met me.
 
Chorus:
Turn on the signal,
if you're not asleep.
I'm flying towards you,
I have super power -
I am super naughty.
 
Pa-parari-pa-parari-para... aaa, you get the idea here.
 
Verse 2: *
zdr. k.p.r.?
asl? pls!
me and you? v.n.l.
vs. dr. - vgz
 
Your exes are for warming up,
I have the secret ingredient -
I made a cake * once and Jamie Oliver
resigned.
 
Chorus:
Turn on the signal,
if you're not asleep.
I'm flying towards you,
I have super power -
I am super naughty.
 
Pa-parari-pa-parari-para-parari-theory-of-emancipation-volume-second-chapter-third-parara-parari
 
Bridge:
Invite me to your temple,
you just call me and I'm there,
you better watch out -
Be careful not to 'papi' * yourself.
 
Chorus:
Turn on the signal,
if you're not asleep.
I'm flying towards you,
I have super power -
I am super naughty.
 
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the two of us

tell me where i have already seen you
maybe in any photo in Instagram
My analyst says I should elaborate reality a little more
But now that you're here, with me, I can not
there is only the two of us , forget the others
like when we got out of clubs
 
with this thirst that touches my mouth and i take smooth vodka
inside my life pass some tourists , but when it stops for a little , there is no beautiful sight
i do not want to stay alone in the ground , i want to die rich that they can find me weighting in gold**
baby the beauty at times tricks feelings, smile, sadness hardens your features
Send me your photo of the position, not the one you are in but the one where you put yourself
I'm so cold I cry in small cubes,
Let's launch into the open space with emptiness
 
tell me where i have already seen you
maybe in any photo in Instagram
My analyst says I should elaborate reality a little more
But now that you're here, with me, I can not
there is only the two of us , forget the others
like when we got out of clubs
 
tell me how are you see that almost
Baby hold me tight, the lines on the hands are short
We do not mix tears with cocktails anymore,
because we have leather with studs,
but to us who fuck us**, we are two crooked moons,
we accelerate the heartbeats of the night
 
and now what will you do
you look me and ask me what do you have
now we are without plans and we are on the ground floor but if you lift me what will we plant?
 
Who knows tomorrow, for whom we will cry, you and me
 
tell me where i have already seen you
maybe in any photo in Instagram
My analyst says I should elaborate reality a little more
But now that you're here, with me, I can not
there is only the two of us , forget the others
like when we got out of clubs
 

The 24th

They tell me 'the 24th'
Among the important people
My friends and relatives also call me 'the Tecate'
 
I was born in the mountains
In the village of the 's'
And in the business where I walk, they go around raffling death
 
May the Dareyes come
To sing me my corridos
Bring parakeet and beer
Also wine bottles
 
I bring a plebeian to my command
But I also have a boss
Who I respect a lot
Because he is a brave man
 
My people support me in everything
That's why I have a place
And at the precise moment
I've known how to play
 
The numbers are strong
Everyone is well known
Things are good
Because we are very close
 

Little Goblin

A goblin in the hill
follows me as I walk,
his white wings
he can not hide.
If I turn around,
I have him behind me.
 
A goblin from the hill,
lost and fleeting,
appears at my back
when he sees me passing by (here).
If I turn around,
he hides again.
 
Maybe in a night
of that carnival
with the little ones
he started playing and in a round
he wanted to stay.
 
Maybe he doesn't like anymore
the loneliness
that the hills keep
or the vidalas,
that's why I want
to invite him to sing,
that he comes to sing!
 

Cute Fani

Pigeon that you are flying,
you're going in the direction of your nest!
Let me accompany you
until you to stay with me?
 
In!
 
For Alberto the peasant to stamp his feet now!
 
It's over!
 

The Loving

My lips burn for you
dying because of love
because you are my owner,
Santiagueña of my heart!
 
In the voice you come back to me
leaving me you welfare,
your little hands,
Santiagueña of my heart.
 
My eyes slept on your hair
as on the sugar harvest under the sun,
loving flower of the sierra,
santiagueña honey
sweet as the mishtol.
My dreams dream with you,
Santiagueña of my heart!
 
My eyes cry for you
tears of passion,
if you disdain me,
Santiagueña of my heart!
 
I pray your name when I leave
calling you my voice,
smiley little face,
Santiagueña of my heart!
 
My eyes slept on your hair
as on the sugar harvest under the sun,
loving flower of the sierra,
santiagueña honey
sweet as the mishtol.
My dreams dream with you,
Santiagueña of my heart!
 

Looking for oblivion

Heart give me your strength
that everything is grinding me*,
I'm going to tell you the causes
for which I am constantly suffering.
 
A love was born in my chest
and I felt so beloved,
but I never imagined
that the promises are forgotten.
 
I don´t know what will have happened
if he loved me with madness,
he left on the ways of oblivion
and that is all my bitterness.
 
And if one day in my song
a cry comes up, I ask you:
tell him that for his fault
I live thus, looking for oblivion.
 
There's no night I do not dream with him
nor a day I don´t remember him, and
between night and day
my hopes are lost.
 
This great love that I feel
has become a condemnation,
when I try to forget him
I feel my pain increase.
 
Other loves have arrived
to my wounded heart,
checking that they explain to me
another love like the lost one.
 
That's why if in my song
a cry comes up, I ask you:
tell him that for his fault
I live thus, looking for oblivion.
 

Stiring up my love

For the sun of your laughter
my happiness was born,
in my mouth there is a song
picking* a sweetness,
how small is the chest
is if this is love!
 
Sing, sing, I want to be glad,
that for the sorrows there be no place,
singing my joy again I am,
made a spinning top the heart.
 
Hope that you feel
what I feel!
 
Do not leave me in doubt like this,
get a bit closer to my feeling,
that I´m hardly a sprout
give me your sun kiss.
 
Mature me then the soul,
love cicada!
 
I live drowned in sighs
suffered for you*,
come to me, my life,
do not say no,
that in your brunette mouth
my love burns.
 
There is a new taste in my life
asleep, awake: you are in me,
as the echo of my heart
I have your name in my voice.
 
Silent me with kisses*,
Get me the pain!
 
You have entered my soul without knowing
little folk songs of joyfulness the love,
give me your light of life and warmth
from your stem to my flower.
 
Mature me then the soul,
love cicada!
 

You belonged to me

Go ahead, start dancing kolo*
right beside me
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
(2x)
 
I'll kiss you
so you'll kiss me
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
 
Chorus
We both have been waiting for this day
both have dreamt about it
you belonged to me, I belong to you
I'm taking you to my place
 
Go ahead, start dancing kolo*
right beside me
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
 
I'll kiss you
so you'll kiss me
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
 
Open your hands to love
and have a smile
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
 
I'll give you my ring
you'll give me yours
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
(2x)
 
Chorus
Open your hands to love
and have a smile
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
 
I'll give you my ring
you'll give me yours
that you're mine,dear
everybody should know that
(2x)
 
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Palevo (Saw Something Which I Shouldn't)

I'm definitely not a rap girl
What the fuck are you ***
Apparently, not with a simple
We have passport passports in our pockets.
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In my insta
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In your car
 
What the fuck are you ***
Apparently, not with a simple
We have passport passports in our pockets.
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In my insta
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In your car
 
I'm on the right in the back
You in focus in frontal
In a sports sweater, but in lace underwear
Well so
You listen to loud music
I stick to your tattoos
If you just wanted to have fun
He chose the wrong one.
You burn in the rearview mirror
Oh, I dance
Legs on your shoulders
Monologue
You know, happiness in such trifles
Like a dream, like a laugh, like a kiss
Like a hug, like air
How talk until morning
Or from morning till late evening
Stars fall, stars fall
Fall to the floor
You, for example, today
Everything, everything, everything, everything n *** atoms
But if you answer me that
Will be tomorrow
I will turn around and leave
Hate it when wrong
Or when they lie to me
 
What the fuck are you ***
Apparently, not with a simple
We have passport passports in our pockets.
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In my insta
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In your car
I'm definitely not a rap girl
 
I'm a girl not rock and roll
And definitely not a rap girl
I'm on my style
And he is rushing you
And you press wreck
And you are not pop
Do you like bass
And there are few of them in my music
But you're on repeat
You chase my voice
When you all for *****
Kaif
On love wrappers
It's not about our pair
Not that we are bad
Not that we have enough
But so I black lipstick
I did not get dirty
White Latier
We are without talking about it
Solve problems
See each other
My long nails under the hoodie
Clawing back
I really sit and think
What the fuck are you ***
With such a lion character
With such sexy bristles
And for what fortanulo
This unformatted
With such a format man
 
With a couple of overseas passports
And pale in your car
 
What the fuck are you ***
Apparently, not with a simple
We have passport passports in our pockets.
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In my insta
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In your car
 
What the fuck are you ***
Apparently, not with a simple
We have passport passports in our pockets.
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In my insta
And saw something which i shouldn't (3x)
In your car
 
You're so beautiful
Pale in your car
 

Here we go again

Where are you heading for
at such a quick pace
I haven't even seen him
but I already know that I hate him
 
Such a beautiful girl
he won't see
you can't believe how some fools
are so lucky
 
Chorus
Let him, let him, let him
wait for you
drink another sip
so you won't have remorse
 
Let it be, let it be, let it be
you're sweet and soft
he's a good catch by day
and I'm in the evening
 
A fool fancied another fool
and here we go again , here we go again
and here we go again , here we go again
 
We're looking at each other dangerously
then drink for drink
we're leaving together
whatever will be, will be
 
I see that you would like to stay
your eyes are closed eyes while I'm kissing you
someone who's nervous is waiting for you
but don't rush
 
Chorus
 
'Till the end of time
the wind carries everything
love, baby, while you're having a high price
love is gift fom God
be free to have the inner fire
and here it goes again
 
Chorus
 
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Quichua message

In the forest I has been born, I have brestfed from the forest ,
in Quichua speaking and singing, in the forest I have grown up.
 
Wherever I go, they shall see me in Quichua speaking,
that Quichua be never lost and always in Quichua singing!
 
Language of our elders, no one keep still douting (about that)!*
That nobody lives ashamed (or embarrased), the one who knows (Quichua) keep talking (in this language).
 
With the forehead well-up*, speak in Quichua wheresoever,
in Córdoba, Buenos Aires, in China, Russia wherever*!
 

Dimension Of Friendship

Cha Rin Huamajnencka (there goes the first one)
 
If you have a good friend give him all your appreciation,
 
but do not share with him the secrets of your chest.
 
If friendship is worth so much, one doesn´t have to entangle it in skirt
that even the most truthful friend loosens when the love intermingles.
 
The night of the friends shall never lose its footprint
among clouds and storms it shall always has its star.
 
     
Chacarera, chacarera, take me always with you
so that there finds me everyone who looks for a friend.
 
Amunchunlla Chusajnecka (and let the missing one come)
 
There are very friendly friends born among joys,
among skull glasses where manliness is stained.
 
Friendship is worth and offers its mettle and its own brightness
so that nobody confuses the heart and the pocket.
 
There are friends like the tree, that only ingrain love,
punished by the time more they provide flowers and pods.
 
Chacarera, chacarera, take me always with you
so that there finds me everyone who looks for a friend!
 

Crossing the Dulce

On the other side of La Banda
is the Santiago (province),
when I go crossing El Dulce (River)
I already go singing:
 
Laira, laira...
 
Today I feel the hour of being in my Santiago,
making mischiefs in the sands
a little boy can be seen.
 
Laira, laira...
 
I am getting closer little by little,
I am arriving in Santiago,
I love it (I love Santiago) a lot.
 
Humming vidalitas
a cart driver can be heard
and a goat makes him chorus (box*, litteral translation)
with its cowbell.
 
Laira, laira...
 
The water runs slothful
through the sands.
 
Laira, laira...
 
I'm coming to my Santiago
I love it so much!
 

She Remained There Crying.

'Go away from my side', I told her,
'I don´t want to see you'
and she told me while sobbing
'I love you a lot',
she remained there crying.
 
'How am I not going to cry?',
she told me once again,
'I love you a lot, my life,
I never forgot you',
she remained there crying.
 
Loving one and another
went around my dear.
Now that they don´t pay attention to you,
she just looks for me.
I don´t love you anymore,
I don´t want to see you,
she remained there crying.
 

I Live To Sing To You

I
 
I sing the chacarera
I am creole peasant,
I sing the things of my homeland
come to sing with me!
 
I sing like my grandfather
and I do it very coscient
I sing from my heart
I sing for our countrypeople.
 
In the language of this land
I speak, I converse, I tell and I sing.
I want to tell you in Quichua
that you abandoned it so much!
 
I sing for my brothers
I sing to the fashion of the countryside
this humbre chacarera
humbly I sing to you.
 
II
 
So gorgeous, so simple,
peasant chacarera.
tradition of Santiago,
you´re called Salavinera.
 
Chacarerita of the hills
the one that gives the most joys
one that does the same
has not been born yet.
 
Chacarera taste of añapa,
chacarerita so ours.
Taste of patay, taste of arrope,
taste of aloja and dead water.
 
Chacarera, anthem of the little corner of the world,
how am I going to forget you?
sweet creole of my land
I live to sing to you!
 

Palace

ay look no fake with us you know i`m saying
bit`em tell`em get`em and take`em yeah ya know who we be
 
I wake up in my palace
Filled up, so jealous
You know it you can’t reach it
D crunch yeah we made it
I wake up in my palace
We are independent
You know it you can’t reach it
D crunch yeah we made it made it
 
Rip it up, so loud, yeah
Push the wall, this wall, yeah
Rip it up, right now yeah
Crush it, D-Crunch, yeah
Time to show let’s go
 
C R A Z Y yeah that’me
Yo i don’t talk a lot just feel the vibe and shh
Overflowing with confidence errday, of course it wasn’t easy this way
3 6 5 24/7 I worked hard every night
One chance one mic, let it all down, you all are too loose
set the future get the gold chain
Ain’t nobody doing like me
Ripped up hearts err’day so dope yeah
 
Get burn a blaze in here ya more more more
Don’t hide, come out, right now it’s burning up
Everywhere we look, it’s all burning up
Still my eyes Still my eyes Still my eyes
 
You can make it keep going
you can’t stop me we can see you
Looks like king looks like king
You can make it keep going
Something like this you can’t stop me
Looks like queen looks like queen
 
It’s grown too far
This world is getting crazier, it’s strange
But I’m running, I’m being swept, pushed, I’m hiding and trembling but
find my life shall we play now
 
I wake up in my palace
Filled up, so jealous
You know it you can’t reach it
D crunch yeah we made it
I wake up in my palace
We are independent
You know it you can’t reach it
D crunch yeah we made it made it
 
Rip it up, so loud, yeah
Push the wall, this wall, yeah
Rip it up, right now yeah
Crush it, D-Crunch, yeah
Time to show let’s go
 
Put on my jordan 23
My eyes are filled with ambition and the beat
Riped it up pop it up like a monstar
Look closely, my blood is green
Back it up back it up back it up
I know I can, it’s all just noise, it’s too loud
So delicate guys get behind me, back it up
Go to the top back to the front
In front of the camera
I get so big, I’m a wall to you
You can’t ever reach, never, in front of me
Try to come in but I can easily ignore you
Turn up the game
 
Get burn a blaze in here ya more more more
Don’t hide, come out, right now it’s burning up
Everywhere we look, it’s all burning up
Still my eyes Still my eyes Still my eyes
 
Memories trapped in the past
Cut, ripped and scarred my brain
Roly poly holy rolling Roly poly holy rolling
Roly poly may day
It’s grown too far
This world is getting crazier, it’s strange
But I’m running, I’m being swept, pushed, I’m hiding and trembling but
find my life shall we play now
 
I wake up in my palace
Filled up, so jealous
You know it you can’t reach it
D crunch yeah we made it
I wake up in my palace
We are independent
You know it you can’t reach it
D crunch yeah we made it made it
 
Rip it up, so loud, yeah
Push the wall, this wall, yeah
Rip it up, right now yeah
Crush it, D-Crunch, yeah
Time to show let’s go
 
구구(ぐぐ)

Princess Palace 2

In Kosovo at the princess's place
There's were we make some noise
Lume is singing to you
Oh, Lume the queen
 
In Kosovo at the princess's place
The ground is shaking
The king is singing to you
Muharrem Ahmeti
 
Life is lived at our place
Here, music is made
Girls are shaking their hips
At the Princess's place
2x
 

Tell Me

Tell me, what do you see
You'll see if it's our destiny
I will follow wherever you lead
Even to the other side of the world
Our dream will be beautiful if we believe
Our dream will be beautiful if we believe
 
Tell me, what do you see
I see the same thing for our happiness
I will do everything to fulfill you
Most important is the love I have for you
Tell me, what do you see for tomorrow
Our dreams will come true if we believe
 
You know, without you I am nothing
I can't live without you
Our dream will be beautiful if we believe