Sangre
Selecto Picasso Lyrics
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Aprendi a desprenderme poco a poco con los años
Esta la ansiedad agarrando del cuello.
La parte a la que temo en el pasillo agarrando un cuchillo
No te tengo miedo, le chillo, me chillo.
Son tantos años luchando que le cojo cariño
No me entiendo ni yo, A quien coño engaño
Mis dos partes como en seven,
Hasta la polla esta pantalla quieo pasar de lever.
Que se me lleven.
Me emparanoia hacer canciones y que no duren.
Simiedo y siento vértigo a partes iguales
Mis palabras no se venden porque no valen.
Las tuyas no se entienden porque no salen.
De debajo de las costillas donde late y duele.
El puto disco entero lleno de contradicciones, aver si adivinas
Envenenaos con la tele, no distinguís las reales.
Os creéis que la gente es imbecil pero la gente lo huele
Has estado en lares y llenaste clubes pero ya no sabes.
Como hacer pa mantenerte en esto y que to gire.
No se como hacer para darme importanca
Pero tendrías que darme hasta las gracias.
Vuestra mente esta pensando en beef con ruapers
Y estoy insultandome a mi mismo en casa
Me doy asco, me hago gracia.
Fue to un fiasco, la vi reacia.
Buscándome la esencia nadando en sustancias.
Sin dejarme disfrutar de los efectos, ya nada me sacia.
No tolero al que va encontra los míos.
Y me llaman mis colegas que no me meta en líos
rPor que lo díces así, por que lo pones asi, porque contestas asi.
porque lo siento así tío.
No via cambiar por no perder gente en el camino
Los que esten que sea en todas no en la parte que no digo.
Nunca me supe callar, me echaban siempre al pasillo.
Castigao mil tardes por contestar lo que opino.
Siempre con respeto, cuando yo lo considere.
No falto el respeto a tus valores, tu a ti si sabes?
Espero que retires eso de que me quieres.
Y te mires para dentro, yo no soy de nadie.
Demasiado mío a veces, impulsivo lo parece?
Escasean valores y siguen sobrando jueces
Ya se lo que dice y si lo vuelvo a repetir es porque me apetece
, o por que no lo entendisteis
No te debo nada, me lo debo a mi cojones.
Es pa quien escribo las canciones, nos dais cuenta broder?
Estoy pintando los errores con mi Sangre en los papeles.
Por mucho que entierres lo que eres siempre sale.
In the song "Sangre" by Selecto Picasso, the lyrics reflect a deep introspection and self-awareness. The first verse speaks about the power of words, describing them as stepping stones and expressing the artist's growth in detachment throughout the years. It portrays anxiety as a presence that grips and chokes, and the fear that resides within oneself, represented by a knife in the hallway.
The second verse conveys a fearless attitude, shouting out to the things that one should not fear. It portrays the artist's years of struggles, which have led to an attachment and affection towards those struggles. The lyrics also allude to a sense of self-deception and the reflection of childhood traumas.
The third verse draws a parallel with the movie "Seven," where the artist's two sides, seemingly contradictory, desire to move beyond the screen and escape from the burdens of life. It expresses a fear of both success and failure, creating a constant state of paranoia and vertigo.
The fourth verse explores the value and understanding of words. The artist claims that his own words are not valuable because they do not sell, while criticizing others for their lack of expression. The lyrics touch upon the metaphorical heart and pain, representing the artist's emotional state and conflicts. The entire album is claimed to be filled with contradictions, challenging the listener to decipher the underlying messages.
The fifth verse critiques society's obsession with television, highlighting the inability to distinguish between reality and illusion. The artist declares that people perceive others' imbecility, reflecting on their own self-deprecation at home through self-insults. It portrays a self-disgust and simultaneous amusement at one's own failures.
The sixth verse expresses a protective instinct towards loved ones, warning against disrespecting them. The artist mentions being called by friends to avoid getting involved in trouble, questioning why others ask certain things or react in certain ways, and ultimately acknowledging their own emotions.
The seventh verse emphasizes the artist's refusal to change for the sake of keeping people in their lives. It highlights the desire for genuine relationships and reflects on past experiences of being punished for expressing opinions. The lyrics advocate for respectful communication, stating that respect is given when deemed appropriate.
The eighth verse critiques societal values by stating that they are scarce while judges are abundant. It affirms the artist's right to express themselves and states that repeating certain ideas is a personal choice, regardless of others' understanding.
In the ninth verse, the artist emphasizes their independence and the fact that they owe nothing to anyone but themselves. They highlight that the songs are written for their own sake and urge listeners to understand this. The lyrics also allude to the artist's commitment to portraying their mistakes and flaws on paper with their own blood, asserting that no matter how much one tries to bury their true self, it will always resurface.
Overall, "Sangre" is a lyrical exploration of personal growth, self-reflection, and the struggles of the artist. It delves into themes of fear, determination, self-deprecation, and the desire for authenticity in relationships and self-expression.
Line by Line Meaning
Las palabras solo son peldaños,
Words are merely steps in the journey of expression.
Aprendi a desprenderme poco a poco con los años
I learned to detach myself gradually over the years.
Esta la ansiedad agarrando del cuello.
Anxiety gripping my neck.
La parte a la que temo en el pasillo agarrando un cuchillo
The part I fear in the hallway holding a knife.
No te tengo miedo, le chillo, me chillo.
I'm not afraid of you, I yell at it, I yell at myself.
Son tantos años luchando que le cojo cariño
After so many years of battling, I've grown fond of it.
No me entiendo ni yo, A quien coño engaño
I don't even understand myself, who the fuck am I fooling?
Son los reflejos de los traumas de niño.
They are the reflections of childhood traumas.
Mis dos partes como en seven,
My two parts like in Seven.
Hasta la polla esta pantalla quieo pasar de lever.
I'm fed up with this screen, I want to leave it behind.
Que se me lleven.
Let them take me away.
Me emparanoia hacer canciones y que no duren.
I'm paranoid that my songs won't last.
Simiedo y siento vértigo a partes iguales
I feel fear and vertigo in equal parts.
Mis palabras no se venden porque no valen.
My words don't sell because they're not worth it.
Las tuyas no se entienden porque no salen.
Your words aren't understood because they don't come out.
De debajo de las costillas donde late y duele.
From beneath the ribs where it beats and hurts.
El puto disco entero lleno de contradicciones, aver si adivinas
The damn whole album full of contradictions, see if you can guess.
Envenenaos con la tele, no distinguís las reales.
Poisoned by TV, you can't distinguish the real ones.
Os creéis que la gente es imbecil pero la gente lo huele
You think people are idiots, but people can smell it.
Has estado en lares y llenaste clubes pero ya no sabes.
You've been to places and filled clubs, but you don't know anymore.
Como hacer pa mantenerte en esto y que to gire.
How to keep going in this and make everything work.
No se como hacer para darme importanca
I don't know how to give myself importance.
Pero tendrías que darme hasta las gracias.
But you should even thank me.
Vuestra mente esta pensando en beef con ruapers
Your mind is thinking about beef with rappers.
Y estoy insultandome a mi mismo en casa
And I'm insulting myself at home.
Me doy asco, me hago gracia.
I disgust myself, I find it funny.
Fue to un fiasco, la vi reacia.
It was all a fiasco, I saw her hesitant.
Buscándome la esencia nadando en sustancias.
Searching for my essence while swimming in substances.
Sin dejarme disfrutar de los efectos, ya nada me sacia.
Without letting me enjoy the effects, nothing satisfies me anymore.
No tolero al que va encontra los míos.
I don't tolerate those who go against mine.
Y me llaman mis colegas que no me meta en líos
And my friends call me not to get into trouble.
Por que lo díces así, por que lo pones asi, porque contestas asi.
Why do you say it like that, why do you put it like that, why do you respond like that.
porque lo siento así tío.
Because I feel it that way, man.
No via cambiar por no perder gente en el camino
I'm not changing to avoid losing people along the way.
Los que esten que sea en todas no en la parte que no digo.
Let those who are there be completely, not just in the part I don't mention.
Nunca me supe callar, me echaban siempre al pasillo.
I never knew how to keep quiet, they always sent me to the hallway.
Castigao mil tardes por contestar lo que opino.
Punished a thousand afternoons for expressing my opinion.
Siempre con respeto, cuando yo lo considere.
Always with respect, when I deem it necessary.
No falto el respeto a tus valores, tu a ti si sabes?
I don't disrespect your values, but do you even know yourself?
Espero que retires eso de que me quieres.
I hope you take back saying that you love me.
Y te mires para dentro, yo no soy de nadie.
And look inside yourself, I belong to no one.
Demasiado mío a veces, impulsivo lo parece?
Sometimes too much mine, does it seem impulsive?
Escasean valores y siguen sobrando jueces
Values are scarce and judges are still in surplus.
Ya se lo que dice y si lo vuelvo a repetir es porque me apetece
I already know what it says, and if I repeat it, it's because I feel like it.
o por que no lo entendisteis
Or because you didn't understand it.
No te debo nada, me lo debo a mi cojones.
I don't owe you anything, I owe it to myself, damn it.
Es pa quien escribo las canciones, nos dais cuenta broder?
It's for whom I write the songs, do you guys realize, bro?
Estoy pintando los errores con mi Sangre en los papeles.
I'm painting the mistakes with my Blood on the papers.
Por mucho que entierres lo que eres siempre sale.
No matter how much you bury who you are, it always comes out.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Selecto Picasso, Blakk mdz
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