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Girasol Lyrics In English (Translation) - Christian Nodal

I want you to cry

I’ll make you cry

I’m gonna make you wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa, cry

Today I got up joker and you have to put up with me

I don’t want to joke with you, I want to joke about you

You’re a joke, motherfucker, every time you try to sing

Every time you try to rap, every time you try to rhyme

Poor clown, who uses everyone to ‘connect with people

You say “Latino Gang” but you step on to’a your people

To give messages, m’ijo, we must be consistent

If you are not an artist, at least be prudent

Damn, it tastes like shit to me, I have a Balvin in my teeth

For lack of empathy, it’s up to him to be resilient

Are you aware of the followers you are following?

Parcerito, open your eyes and see the power you have

Another bad joke is the names of your albums

Jose, Vibes, Colors, with the energy of the devil

If you spoke badly about the family, why are you mixing up the business?

Partner, life is going badly for you for pretentious

50 million saw that you were making fun of me

Changing places, would you like that?

We all look beautiful on magazine covers

And in the photos we chose to ‘upload to Insta’

You took a picture of me from the press

Where I come out worse, where I’m ashamed

Then you asked, motherfucker, the differences between you and me

Asshole, I’m just not that shit

You want me to be recognized for my worst mistake, carnal

But for breaking your ass they will know about the Nodal

Who gave you the right to make fun of someone else’s pain?

Surely your sack should not be very full

Do you remember the case of Johnny Depp? well, well

If the “unmentionable” puts together a case for me, you’ll see that again

Don’t tell me there’s no evil in your black intention

If you do pure blowjob to paste a song

You have a documentary talking about mental health

Fucking hypocritical prick, that’s what you can’t talk about

The things you do should be meditating

Look how I’m healing and I don’t have to post it

Every time I approach God or have acts of kindness

What you need are real friends

That they don’t suck your dick when you’re doing a wrong

Music videos are also for expressing

But you express pure shit, how disgusting you make me

We’re in the 21st century, and you enslave

To women like bitches, someone else’s grief is what you give

You always play with fire and you never want to burn

You’re 37 years old, and you still haven’t managed to mature

Respect is something money can’t buy

Do you realize that being rich in the end doesn’t matter?

If your goals to be met are just material

Look at Manna, and look at Omar, who are also global

And their motivation is in humanity

They are distributing love, they receive it pa’trás

Because the lyrics they sing always manage to connect

That’s called being an artist, dog

That’s called being an artist, dog

A good cowboy is not afraid of anything

Go down to your land to see if that’s how you get eggs

Because if he goes to mine he would already be in the cemetery

I don’t want your achichincles that are throwing me later

Make up your mind whether you are a reggaeton player or not

Defend your art, don’t be a liar anymore

I do this for fun

Because I love him and he is my passion

Dog, remember that I’m already rich

It’s not for business and ambition

Vo’a spit in your face, millet, sit down and learn

“Bottle After Bottle” people stuck it

Up from The Weeknd with Ariana Grande, do you understand?

Does not deal with whether the music feels

There are people making art from January to December

You fighting with Grammys because you don’t deserve them

Do you see that you are a joke and you still don’t understand it?

You need to pay attention to the one who loves you, not the one who sells

You turn on when someone comes and your plane lands

As I record this piece, my skin bristles

You’ll never feel it, your voice just gives laughter

And as I said before, I’m getting on the plane

But only God decides if I’m going to fly or not

I had a full stadium in your country, in your city

Medallo, fucking mother, I could never get to them

Does that make you very funny? i hope it doesn’t happen the same to you

Because as Ariel said: “Karma comes and goes”

Everyone tries to suppress my personality

I like my tattoos, I like my flow

If being ‘naco’ is to be happy, of course I am

My music is yours but my life is not

I appreciate the advice, but who asked for it?

You better follow them, I have my retirement

And if I dedicate myself to this it’s just for his love

Here I go to my trot, easy, no pressure

I sing up to four hours in concert just for passion

But back to the main topic

Joseph, you throw the stone and hide behind the anxiety

And although for this society you are someone very cool

Hang in there vato, not everyone wants to be you

If I decided to paint my hair it’s because an egg bloated

If they want a reference, it would be Chester Bennington

I’m a sunflower because with music healthy

When I hear about you it makes me want to go to the bathroom

Reggaeton music is necessary in this life

It also makes me move my ass and brings me joy

But not the shit that you release, bad vibroso

Archangel, Yankee, Tego, Don, are tasty examples

Now to finish the topic and put an end to

If you didn’t learn with the Resi, I hope you did with me

Hopefully this is the last time someone breaks your ass

For now this cowboy hit you with the pointy

In the boot, compa’, smokes mota

Pa’ que te vuelve feli’ and no longer shit stick, crazy, huh

Haha, good morning, good morning, Josecito

Good morning, good morning, Josecito

You ran into a northerner, ‘inche culito

It’s not a nightmare, the little cowboy killed you