La Pasta En la Mano
Ilegales Lyrics


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La pasta en la mano
Vas a picarte
Conozco la historia
No voy a ayudarte
Llevas la vida entre papel
Te picas hasta en el reloj

El tiempo pasa
Me siento morir
Hace cuatro horas
Que espero por ti
Has decido no pensar
Te acostumbraste a perder

En el bolso escondes la chuta
No quieres que lo sepa él
Llegas a casa
Haciendo esfuerzos para no rendirte y no Llorar

La pasta en la mano
Vas a picarte
Conozco la historia
No voy a ayudarte




Llevas la vida entre papel
Te picas hasta en el reloj

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ilegales's song "La Pasta En la Mano" tell the story of a person who is addicted to drugs and cannot control their addiction. The title of the song, which translates to "The Money in Your Hand," refers to the drugs that the person is about to use. The opening lines warn the person that they are going to inject themselves with drugs, but the singer refuses to help them.


The rest of the lyrics detail the person's struggles with their addiction. They live their life surrounded by paper, likely referring to the money and drugs that they handle constantly. They even inject themselves in the wristwatch (or clock), indicating that they do not even realize how much time they are wasting on drugs.


The chorus repeats the warning about the drugs and the singer's refusal to help. The person has become comfortable with losing and even hides their drug use from their partner, who they do not want to know about their addiction. The final lines describe the person's internal struggle to resist the drugs and not give up or cry.


Overall, the lyrics are a powerful and poignant portrayal of addiction and the struggles that come with it. They highlight the destructive cycle of drug use, the constant need for more, and the toll it takes on the person's relationships and mental health.


Line by Line Meaning

La pasta en la mano
You have the drugs in your hand


Vas a picarte
You're going to inject yourself


Conozco la historia
I know the story


No voy a ayudarte
I'm not going to help you


Llevas la vida entre papel
You live your life surrounded by paper that represents your addiction


Te picas hasta en el reloj
You inject yourself even on the clock


El tiempo pasa
Time passes


Me siento morir
I feel like dying


Hace cuatro horas
It's been four hours


Que espero por ti
Since I've been waiting for you


Has decido no pensar
You decided not to think


Te acostumbraste a perder
You got used to losing


En el bolso escondes la chuta
You hide the needle in your bag


No quieres que lo sepa él
You don't want him to know


Llegas a casa
You arrive home


Haciendo esfuerzos para no rendirte y no llorar
You're making an effort not to give up and cry




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Rey Lagarto

mi viejo vivio en espana y encontro a los ilegales en un bar y le regalaron un casette que erede desdede entonces llevo ilegales en el alma hace tanto tiempo amen

Lugan Wlx.

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Pablo Rodriguez

Genial, cómo todas sus canciones....

darius navarrete

lo máximo ídolos por siempre

Textiplast VtaUioQui

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OSCAR JAVIER MORATO LOPEZ

Gran canción, pero ¿ Por qué no la tocáis en vuestros conciertos?

Lugan Wlx.

Me molan estos acordes, carajo.

c4oz

la pasta en la mano!!!!!!

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son tan altos mis contactos que no conozco apellidos

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