ZAFIRO (Remix) Lyrics English Translation by J ABECIA & RVFV
I see myself handsome with the glasses
And look at the eyes I have, sapphire in color
I’m searching for gold for the house
Here, no one looks only at their navel
I’ve smoked my acho alone on the terrace
Living life but with style
Now all my clothes come in boxes
I don’t carry knives and cut like a blade
I went through hard times, but poorly
Crazy, don’t tell me you want to see me
Because my life doesn’t revolve around people
Child of the square but intelligent
I’m smiling through the alleys
Even if they throw me bad vibes and curses
My tongue is sharp, and may God forgive me
But life is strange, and you have to face it with courage
I’m shining like a rose in the field
In a white Toyota as if it were a Lambo
We’ve been through tough times, but cousin, it’s not that bad
The light has come on, and now we’re not dreaming
Alone, all alone, all alone
I’m making songs, no longer committing crimes
We grew up tough but not by much
Seeking life since we were little
I see myself handsome with the glasses
And look at the eyes I have, sapphire in color
I’m searching for gold for my house
Since no one looks only at their navel
Cousin, my blood boils, I speak from the heart
I lose reason
When I go crazy
I’m extracting gold from the heart
To see if we get out of poverty
I’m extracting gold from the heart
So that your mom fills the envelope
I was raised with a pipe, not with a console
And I paint my nails in a tortoiseshell color
From the cradle with more class than a king
Cousin, I’m gold by law
I’m a co-pilot sitting in the bar
Looking forward, I look backward
I hit the streets with VaporMax
Thinking about my songs that need to make money
If I’m cold, she takes away the cold
I arrive in this life that I’ve run a lot
I ask for health and freedom for all mine
I wasn’t born for life
I’m extracting gold from the heart
To see if we get out of poverty
I’m extracting gold from the heart
So that your mom fills the envelope
I’m extracting gold from the heart
To see if we get out of poverty
I’m extracting gold from the heart
So that your mom fills the envelope