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letra de the music box - cabeldi

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by cabeldi and william tshimundu

chorus:

open up the box,listen close now
she wants to sing a song, better slow down
no,it ain´t your usual street sh-t. nah!
bettter pull up. we in the mean streets now

cabeldi´s verse:

a la caja de música no le des cuerda, tiene bastante con lo que recuerda
vive de instantes como quien enferma, pero cuida a cada persona como a perlas

tuvo el corazón al dente pero pasó a ardiente
tras el fuego que presenció le cuesta disfrutar el presente

entona la misma melodía y los demás de fiesta
la alegría no se suma a su resta
conoce la agonía
aunque es honesta, hablar consigo misma cuesta y como única solución se acuesta
cuando está abierta canta y cerrada contempla

si alguna amiga la solicita ella predica, pero está sujeta
necesita el arte o se siente hueca
necesita aire o se siente seca

lleva pintas y pinta
a veces es fuente y peca
otras afluente, su meta: no salirse por las grietas

solo si la mimas e intimas con ella entonaría algunas vivencias
sino el destino es la distancia
respira árboles, absorbe páginas
por la incapacidad de girar su manivela se da cera y barniza su madera con lágrimas

guarda libros en cestas
tras el amor no compartido preparó un corazón cosido para no estar más tiempo muerta

íntima amiga de la inseguridad
dejó cuchillas en una caja de muñecas
da amor sin precio por eso no hay vuelta
y en precipicios ella es experta

chorus:

open up the box,listen close now
she wants to sing a song, better slow down
no,it ain´t your usual street sh-t. nah!
bettter pull up. we in the mean streets now

will´s verse:

open your eyes
stand up and fly
today isn’t your day to die

yeah
i did you wrong
creeped in like a th-rn
red roses to cover my lies

i’m just a young boy in disguise
you taught me ‘bout love about life

check
yeah i ain’t moving tonight
i’ll finally be, that shoulder on which you can cry

your boy is high
gone on the visuals
feeding off all the residual
hoping that it is reciprocal
i’m taking a break from the physical

tuning into the musical
(it’s kind of spiritual)

that song you sing
so beautiful

i feel the change
unsusual

my body, anatomy, mind
changing

it’s about time
been waiting

for the devine
lately

been sipping on wine
reflecting

on our past times
saying god d-mn, she was so fine
baby your mind

got me going to places
and i can not contain it
i know that you’ll make it
be you and don’t fake it

just know that you are worth it
make that n-gga work for it

now work it

[translation]
cabeldi´s verse:

don’t tune the music box, strings tight from the memories
she lives of instances, like someone who’s sick

but takes care of each person like pearls
her heart used to be soft but burnt
after the fire she witnessed its hard to enjoy the present

she sings the same melody while everyone else parties
finding joy wasn’t as easy as she expected
she knows agony
even though she is honest, talking to herself is hard and as a solution she lays down
when she is open she sings
and closed she contemplates

if one of her friends calls her, she preaches, but she’s held back
she needs art or she’ll feel empty
she needs air or she’ll feel dry
she has looks and paints
sometimes she’s a fountain and sins
other times she’s affluent
her goal: to not go out through the cracks

only if you pamper her and if you become close to her
she’ll tone in some experiences
if not the destiny is distance
breathes trees, absorbs pages
because of the incapacity to turn the handle
she autocriticises (waxes herself)
and varnishes her wood with tears

she puts books in a basket
after love not shared, she prepared a sewn heart
to not be dead anymore

close friends with insecurities
she left blades in a doll box. (wrists)
she gives love without a price, that’s why there is no turning back. (change )
and in cliffs she’s an expert

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