Dinero
Kilimanjahro Lyrics

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Dónde está el amor hacia ti? Puede que aquí, en un lugar.
Ya se van los que aquí no cabrán, Fuera de aquí, a babylon!
Yo juego en principio y final y puede que así, puedan juzgar.
Una dicha latente, mira, una dicha así, no se paga.
Los que están defendiendo la paz y sus palabras, puedan volar.
Los que están derrotando la ira,
que esa buena gente, hermano, siempre te siga.
Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero?

Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero?
Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the ligtha!
Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the fyah!
Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the love!
Big up kilimanjahro!
Big up your sound yeah!
Cause money mad, money mad
People dem crazy about dat
Cause money mad, yes, money mad
People dem a suffer bout di credit and di card
Some a dem a seh dat money run di whole club
Some a dem believe dat di money it god
Dutty paper tun di good inna bad
Haffi tell di people dis ya system a fraud
Money, money, money, eeh
Nuff a dem a one
Five, ten, twenty or a million
Listen weh wi tell yuh inna DJ pattern
Kilimanjahro, Wilson pon di combination
Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero?
Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero?
Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Pero vaya, ya mi gente no descansa
Pero vaya donde vaya la corriente los arrastra.
Marea de personas y trampas,
una puta k se vende y se arrastra.
La decadencia de las trampas, la hipocresía de las rampas.
Esto no es vida, esto es mafia. Esto no es vida, es una ganga.
Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero?
Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero?
Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the ligtha!
Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the fyah!
Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the love.

Big up kilimanjahro!
Big up your sound yeah!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kilimanjahro's song Dinero delve into the themes of greed, corruption, and the pursuit of money at the expense of morality and human values. The song begins by questioning where the love in life has gone, possibly lost among the pursuit of money and material possessions. The line "Fuera de aquí, a babylon!" can be interpreted in two ways; it could either mean the greedy and corrupt individuals should leave the society and go to Babylon, a place symbolic of oppression and slavery, or that they will ultimately go to Babylon, which is death or the underworld.

The lyrics further criticize the obsession with money and the ego that drives individuals to amass wealth, even if it means causing harm to others. "Fruto del ego, sobran los peros" translates to "Fruit of the ego, the buts are enough." This implies that individuals use their ego as a justification to accumulate wealth and ignore the negative effects of their actions. The lyrics also talk about how people who are promoting peace and love for humanity deserve praise and support, whereas, those who promote hate and destruction should be confronted and defeated.

The chorus, "Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the ligtha!/ Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the fyah!/ Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the love./ Big up kilimanjahro! Big up your sound yeah!" asks for the rhythm, the light or the fire and the love, alluding that love is missing in the lives of people, and it needs to be brought back. The final verses challenge the current system and describe how people have become mere commodities where their values are based on their economic worth. The line "Pero vaya, ya mi gente no descansa" in Spanish translates to "But come on, my people do not rest," expressing the exhaustion and despair felt by people who are struggling just to survive in the system.

Line by Line Meaning

Dónde está el amor hacia ti? Puede que aquí, en un lugar.
Where is the love for you? Perhaps it is here, in some place.

Ya se van los que aquí no cabrán, Fuera de aquí, a babylon!
Those who do not fit in here are leaving, go to Babylon!

Yo juego en principio y final y puede que así, puedan juzgar.
I play at the beginning and the end, and maybe that way they can judge me.

Una dicha latente, mira, una dicha así, no se paga.
A latent happiness, look, such happiness cannot be paid for.

Los que están defendiendo la paz y sus palabras, puedan volar.
Those who defend peace and their words, may they fly.

Los que están derrotando la ira, que esa buena gente, hermano, siempre te siga.
Those who defeat anger, may those good people, brother, always follow you.

Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero? Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Where does that damn money hide? It is the fruit of the ego, there are no buts.

Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the ligtha! Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the fyah! Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the love! Big up kilimanjahro! Big up your sound yeah!
Give me the rhythm! Give me the light! Give me the rhythm! Give me the fire! Give me the rhythm! Give me the love! Give credit to Kilimanjahro! Give credit to your sound, yeah!

Cause money mad, money mad People dem crazy about dat Cause money mad, yes, money mad People dem a suffer bout di credit and di card
Because money is madness, madness People are crazy about that Because money is madness, yes, madness People suffer about their credit and card.

Some a dem a seh dat money run di whole club Some a dem believe dat di money it god Dutty paper tun di good inna bad Haffi tell di people dis ya system a fraud
Some say that money runs the whole club Some believe that money is god Dirty paper turns good into bad We have to tell the people that this system is fraudulent.

Money, money, money, eeh Nuff a dem a one Five, ten, twenty or a million Listen weh wi tell yuh inna DJ pattern Kilimanjahro, Wilson pon di combination
Money, money, money, eh Too many of them are about five, ten, twenty or a million Listen to what we tell you in a DJ pattern Kilimanjahro, Wilson on the combination.

Pero vaya, ya mi gente no descansa Pero vaya donde vaya la corriente los arrastra. Marea de personas y trampas, una puta k se vende y se arrastra. La decadencia de las trampas, la hipocresía de las rampas. Esto no es vida, esto es mafia. Esto no es vida, es una ganga.
Well, my people never rest But anywhere the current takes them. Tide of people and traps, a whore that sells herself and crawls. The decadence of traps, the hypocrisy of ramps. This is not life, this is mafia. This is not life, this is a bargain.

Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the ligtha! Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the fyah! Gimmi the riddim! Gimmi the love. Big up kilimanjahro! Big up your sound yeah!
Give me the rhythm! Give me the light! Give me the rhythm! Give me the fire! Give me the rhythm! Give me the love! Give credit to Kilimanjahro! Give credit to your sound, yeah!

Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero? Fruto del ego, sobran los peros. Dónde se esconde ese puto dinero? Fruto del ego, sobran los peros.
Where does that damn money hide? It is the fruit of the ego, there are no buts. Where does that damn money hide? It is the fruit of the ego, there are no buts.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Juan Parbole Montes, Mario Martin Barajas

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