Coming Up - Cumbia De Los Muertos Songtext
von Ozomatli
Coming Up - Cumbia De Los Muertos Songtext
Aqui no existe la tristeza
Solo existe la alegriaes
El baile de los queridos
De los queridos del pasado
Mira como baila mi mama
Bailando con mi hermano del pasado
Sus espiritus se juntan bailando
Lleno de alegria y gozando
Cumbia, Cumbia (repeat)
Sierta gente solo puede ver
Espiritus bailando entre la gente
Si pueden verlos bailando mis hermanos
Seran bendicidos entre los cielos
Mira como baila mi mama
Bailando con mi hermano del pasado
Sus espiritus se juntan bailando
Lleno de alegria y gozando
Cumbia, Cumbia (repeat)
Chali′s Rap:
As sure as your heart muscle rests in your chest cavity
We ask god to bless these festivities
Yet, this hostility felt between you and me stops
Opportunity given to spread unity
2na be rhythmically wiping sadness clear
Reggae cumbia mixtures create this atmosphere
People packin cheer simply cuz these songs show depth
Giving shouts to these victims of wrongful death
Now, soon as we're rid of society′s small terrors
The sooner these teenagers don't have to be pallbearers
And carry their pals nearer to graves premature the cure
Be mature by keeping you hearts pure
Solo existe la alegriaes
El baile de los queridos
De los queridos del pasado
Mira como baila mi mama
Bailando con mi hermano del pasado
Sus espiritus se juntan bailando
Lleno de alegria y gozando
Cumbia, Cumbia (repeat)
Sierta gente solo puede ver
Espiritus bailando entre la gente
Si pueden verlos bailando mis hermanos
Seran bendicidos entre los cielos
Mira como baila mi mama
Bailando con mi hermano del pasado
Sus espiritus se juntan bailando
Lleno de alegria y gozando
Cumbia, Cumbia (repeat)
Chali′s Rap:
As sure as your heart muscle rests in your chest cavity
We ask god to bless these festivities
Yet, this hostility felt between you and me stops
Opportunity given to spread unity
2na be rhythmically wiping sadness clear
Reggae cumbia mixtures create this atmosphere
People packin cheer simply cuz these songs show depth
Giving shouts to these victims of wrongful death
Now, soon as we're rid of society′s small terrors
The sooner these teenagers don't have to be pallbearers
And carry their pals nearer to graves premature the cure
Be mature by keeping you hearts pure
Writer(s): Asdrubal Sierra, Justin Poree, Ulises Bella, Jiro Yamaguchi, Raul Pacheco, Lucas Macfadden, Willy Abers, Charles Stewart, Jose Ines Espinosa, William Marrufo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com