disparo sin miedo como un puto pistolero, microfono dos tornamesas la gente pendiente.. escupa tu letra,la calle te mira de frente, caliente!pelao!eso pa los bravos, coronamos
a matar Nunca viviras en paz Si tu me quieres amar Amame mas, mucho mas Y los que esten conmigo Levanten la mano PNO... Quieren hablar, irrespetar y criticar Tres Coronas
Translation: Three Crowns. Now Or Never.
Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow But let the white dove sing Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete Hold
Drunken nights and sunken dreams blur into one in the slipstream. Wasted time - the best kind, that keeps you always on my mind And it's never awkward
Translation: Incredible String Band. Three Is A Green Crown.
