TRISTE
Recycled J Lyrics


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Triste como las canciones que en el invierno escribiste
Triste como el beso que me diste
Triste, hace tiempo no hace gracia el chiste
Triste, triste, solo escribo triste
Triste, aunque sea verano solo salen barras tristes
Porque es el dolor el que me viste
Triste, es lo que prometiste y no cumpliste
Triste, solo escribo triste, mmm

Mi marca de clothes quería ser Karl Lagerfeld
Me tocó hasta hacer de mi A&R y manager
Ver poco a mis padres, to'l día viajes y Ryanair
Es pisar la luna o quedarte en la cara B
Sacando los puños, you know, Mazinger
Aprender a hostias, uh, uh, karate
No como estos putos críos, planchándose mi swag
Son to's copy-pastes, sé que huelen a AliExpress
Por encima de mi cadáver voy a bajarle
Me hice un traje con mis derrotas, pero sin sastre
Antes roto que doblarme, en Texas soy el Ranger
Lo que un día fue inalcanzable ahora es de hueso y carne
Yeah, yeah, si esto es una carrera, acelérale
Yeah, yeah, ponte los tacones, mami, písale
Yeah, yeah, ella no es motera pero ruge bien
Ey, derrama Chardonnay sobre mi Avirex

Pinté blanco sobre negro como un ajedrez
Te conozco bacalao', por la boca muere el pez
Recuerdo bailar contigo borracho en la Matinée
Quitarte los Calvin Klein que ahora son de Chanel
Aquí es todo escaparate, hazte caso, escápate
Conmigo no hay debate, el empate pa' mí es perder, sí
Yo estoy jaque mate, tú Leticia Sabater
En Caribe me rulé un bate y lo maté en Carabanchel

Tan triste como las canciones que en el invierno escribiste
Triste como el beso que me diste
Triste, hace tiempo no hace gracia el chiste
Triste, triste, solo escribo triste
Triste, aunque sea verano solo salen barras tristes
Porque es el dolor el que me viste
Triste, es lo que prometiste y no cumpliste
Triste, solo escribo triste, mmm

Se olvidó de mí, me tiró like frisbee
Pichi en Chamberí, bien Madrid, soy puro kinki
Whisky, lipstick, baby, solo kiss me
¿Viste? Viniste y nunca te arrepentiste
Te como como Krispies, te chupo como Cristy
Ella peligrosa y risky, yo cáncer, tú piscis
Yo era de los Misfits y tú eras de Limp Bizkit
No quiero verte triste, ni engancharme al alpiste

Chin-chin, tragos al suelo y vasos de brindis
Sin mis tigres no celebro, son mi dream team
Ring, ring, quieren mi culo como el de Britney
Y yo aquí llorando negro sin ser de Green Day
Amor y venganza, la matanza como en Kill Bill
No es clase de danza, mami, yo he pedi'o un striptease
Aun con esta panza me elegiste
Lo tuyo está ya pasao', cuélgalo en Vinted

Yo tan triste como las canciones que en el invierno me escribiste
Triste como el beso que me diste
Triste, hace tiempo no hace gracia el chiste
Triste, triste, solo escribo triste
Triste, aunque sea verano solo salen barras tristes
Porque es el dolor el que me viste




Triste, es lo que prometiste y no cumpliste
Triste, solo escribo triste, mmm

Overall Meaning

In the song "Triste" by Recycled J, the lyrics explore themes of sadness, disappointment, and unfulfilled promises. The artist compares his emotional state to various elements, such as songs written in winter or a kiss given to him. He expresses his frustration with how jokes no longer bring him joy and emphasizes that he consistently writes about sadness. Despite it being summer, he finds himself only writing sad bars, highlighting the pain that clothes him. He references his aspirations of being like Karl Lagerfeld and the challenges he faced in the music industry, including taking on multiple roles like A&R and manager. Recycled J reflects on sacrificing time with his parents for constant traveling and low-budget flights. He mentions how it feels like a choice between achieving something great or remaining on the B-side of a record. The artist expresses his determination to fight and learn, stating that he'd rather be broken than fold, comparing himself to a Texas Ranger. He highlights his growth from once viewing something as unattainable to now being made of flesh and bone. He urges others in the industry to accelerate their careers, and playfully tells them to put on heels and step on it. Recycled J expresses his frustration with the lack of originality and swag-copying among younger artists, comparing their imitation to products from AliExpress. He reflects on his struggles and how they have shaped him, mentioning that he made a suit out of his defeats without the need for a tailor. He emphasizes his refusal to bend or compromise himself, using his success to prove doubters wrong. Recycled J reminisces about dancing intoxicated with someone at a club, mentioning taking off their Calvin Klein clothes that now belong to Chanel. He paints a picture of a world that is purely a showcase, urging someone to escape with him. He asserts that there is no debate when it comes to being on his level, considering tying to him a loss. Recycled J compares himself to a checkmate on a chessboard, playfully comparing the other person to a Spanish television personality. He mentions a time when he smoked a joint in the Caribbean and killed it in Carabanchel. The artist ends by reiterating the theme of sadness and disappointment, highlighting the winter songs written and the kiss received. He laments about the loss of humor and how he can only write sad bars. He brings attention to how the pain is what visibly marks him and points out the unfulfilled promises that were made. The song concludes with Recycled J emphasizing that he only writes sad lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Triste como las canciones que en el invierno escribiste
Feeling sad like the songs you wrote in the winter


Triste como el beso que me diste
Sad like the kiss you gave me


Triste, hace tiempo no hace gracia el chiste
Sad, it's been a while since the joke was funny


Triste, triste, solo escribo triste
Sad, sad, I only write sad


Triste, aunque sea verano solo salen barras tristes
Sad, even in summer only sad lyrics come out


Porque es el dolor el que me viste
Because it's the pain that clothes me


Triste, es lo que prometiste y no cumpliste
Sad, it's what you promised and didn't fulfill


Triste, solo escribo triste, mmm
Sad, I only write sad, mmm


Mi marca de clothes quería ser Karl Lagerfeld
My clothing brand wanted to be like Karl Lagerfeld


Me tocó hasta hacer de mi A&R y manager
I even had to act as my A&R and manager


Ver poco a mis padres, to'l día viajes y Ryanair
See my parents rarely, traveling all day on Ryanair


Es pisar la luna o quedarte en la cara B
It's like stepping on the moon or staying on the B-side


Sacando los puños, you know, Mazinger
Throwing punches, you know, like Mazinger


Aprender a hostias, uh, uh, karate
Learn through punches, uh, uh, karate


No como estos putos críos, planchándose mi swag
Not like these damn kids, copying my swag


Son to's copy-pastes, sé que huelen a AliExpress
They are all copy-pastes, I know they smell like AliExpress


Por encima de mi cadáver voy a bajarle
Over my dead body will I lower it


Me hice un traje con mis derrotas, pero sin sastre
I made a suit with my defeats, but without a tailor


Antes roto que doblarme, en Texas soy el Ranger
Rather be broken than bend, in Texas I'm the Ranger


Lo que un día fue inalcanzable ahora es de hueso y carne
What was once unattainable is now made of bone and flesh


Yeah, yeah, si esto es una carrera, acelérale
Yeah, yeah, if this is a race, accelerate


Yeah, yeah, ponte los tacones, mami, písale
Yeah, yeah, put on your heels, mommy, step on it


Yeah, yeah, ella no es motera pero ruge bien
Yeah, yeah, she's not a biker but she roars well


Ey, derrama Chardonnay sobre mi Avirex
Hey, spill Chardonnay on my Avirex jacket


Pinté blanco sobre negro como un ajedrez
I painted white on black like a chessboard


Te conozco bacalao', por la boca muere el pez
I know you, snitch, the fish dies by the mouth


Recuerdo bailar contigo borracho en la Matinée
I remember dancing with you drunk at the Matinée


Quitarte los Calvin Klein que ahora son de Chanel
Take off your Calvin Klein that are now Chanel


Aquí es todo escaparate, hazte caso, escápate
Here it's all a showcase, listen to me, escape


Conmigo no hay debate, el empate pa' mí es perder, sí
There's no debate with me, a tie for me is losing, yes


Yo estoy jaque mate, tú Leticia Sabater
I'm checkmate, you're Leticia Sabater


En Caribe me rulé un bate y lo maté en Carabanchel
In the Caribbean I rolled a joint and smoked it in Carabanchel


Se olvidó de mí, me tiró like frisbee
She forgot about me, she threw me away like a frisbee


Pichi en Chamberí, bien Madrid, soy puro kinki
Pee in Chamberí, true Madrid, I'm pure kinki


Whisky, lipstick, baby, solo kiss me
Whisky, lipstick, baby, just kiss me


¿Viste? Viniste y nunca te arrepentiste
You saw? You came and never regretted it


Te como como Krispies, te chupo como Cristy
I eat you like Krispies, I suck you like Cristy


Ella peligrosa y risky, yo cáncer, tú piscis
She's dangerous and risky, I'm cancer, you're Pisces


Yo era de los Misfits y tú eras de Limp Bizkit
I was into Misfits and you were into Limp Bizkit


No quiero verte triste, ni engancharme al alpiste
I don't want to see you sad, or get hooked on birdseed


Chin-chin, tragos al suelo y vasos de brindis
Cheers, drinks on the floor and toasting glasses


Sin mis tigres no celebro, son mi dream team
I don't celebrate without my tigers, they're my dream team


Ring, ring, quieren mi culo como el de Britney
Ring, ring, they want my ass like Britney's


Y yo aquí llorando negro sin ser de Green Day
And here I am crying, black without being from Green Day


Amor y venganza, la matanza como en Kill Bill
Love and revenge, the slaughter like in Kill Bill


No es clase de danza, mami, yo he pedi'o un striptease
This is not a dance class, mommy, I asked for a striptease


Aun con esta panza me elegiste
Even with this belly, you chose me


Lo tuyo está ya pasao', cuélgalo en Vinted
What you have is already outdated, sell it on Vinted


Yo tan triste como las canciones que en el invierno me escribiste
I'm as sad as the songs you wrote for me in the winter


Triste como el beso que me diste
Sad like the kiss you gave me


Triste, hace tiempo no hace gracia el chiste
Sad, it's been a while since the joke was funny


Triste, triste, solo escribo triste
Sad, sad, I only write sad


Triste, aunque sea verano solo salen barras tristes
Sad, even in summer only sad lyrics come out


Porque es el dolor el que me viste
Because it's the pain that clothes me


Triste, es lo que prometiste y no cumpliste
Sad, it's what you promised and didn't fulfill


Triste, solo escribo triste, mmm
Sad, I only write sad, mmm




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Javier Lozano Sanchez, Jorge Escorial Moreno, Pablo Jimenez Saez

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