Cnv Sound Vol. 17

Wind of false love
Give me a way out
Give me warmth
Brighten my life
Let's keep the honor
The starting point is the flavor
Help me and, if you prefer, lie to me, free me
You love pure negga, kion studio president

There are nights when I don't sleep so as not to dream
Because if I dream I'm afraid of waking up
I dreamed of seeing us somewhere else
And fill you with the kisses I could never give you

I remember your way of thinking and
I remember every day that I finally saw you leave
Filled with sorrow I can only cry
To see you happy, which is how you should be

Minding my things
I forgot that roses wither over time
I put on handcuffs and now I live as a prisoner
In this prison of prose

I am grateful for who I am and who I was
Knowing that music separated me from you
This is the path I decided on, here's to the man I became

A guitar and its rhythms, along with a poet with all his phrases
I call it song, it gave a thousand messages, it united people of all classes

It's no use having the whole crowd yell at you
When you lie to your audience and look away
Worked rhyme what you see my comrade
Well, I don't have fans, I have a sacred family

Boom shakalaka
Boom boom shakalaka
Kion studio sound
Pure Negga plaque plaque
Boom shakalaka
Boom boom shakalaka

(Hey hey)

Yeah man, music from the soul always
Representing Negga street art
Respect and love
No money, no money
For the people of the world
Kion studio messenger of honor and respect

Wind of false love
Give me a way out
Give me warmth
Brighten my life
Let's keep the honor
The starting point is the flavor
Help me and, if you prefer, lie to me, free me
You love pure negga, kion studio president

Wind of false love
Give me a way out
Give me warmth
Brighten my life
Brighten my life

Wind of false love
Give me a way out
Give me warmth
Brighten my life
(Brighten my life)