CARONTE Lyrics (English Translation) – Recycled J

Read the full CARONTE (English Translation) lyrics by Recycled J and Natos y Waor along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Recycled J’s music, you can also explore DEVIL JIN and DÉJALO CLARO, two other songs by Recycled J.

[Intro: Recycled J]
For the gold and the love
For the gold and the love

[Verse 1: Recycled J]
I’ve got two coins of fu*king cold metal
Over my eyes, floating in the river
To pay the ferryman when this game comes to an end
W-What good is money to me if I don’t burn it before I die?
The brightness in my eyes can’t be bought with bills
If you love me, go, I’m here to spend checks, checks
Pasta, cash, money, dollars, euros, pesos, yen
In the name of the father, the son, amen
Natos y Waor, Recycled J, yeah

[Verse 2: Natos]
For the one who chose to be Judas for 30 dirty coins
No matter how much gold it is, it’s still a chain
I bought joints in pesetas and a penthouse in La Peseta
If I gain a kilo every year, who would say I’m on a diet?
Headlining on my tombstone
Chemistry and alchemy, mathematics
Lost gaze and pale face, between laughter and tears
I know that until I die, I won’t turn the page

[Chorus: Recycled J]
For the gold, run without looking back
For the gold, when you have it, you want more
For the gold, if they have to bury me
For the Gold, yeah, if I die, let it be without the gold
And let them share it among everyone
When I die, only the gold remains, and it will shine
When I’m gone

[Verse 3: Recycled J]
I have my eyes closed, yeah
My heart is buried

Shorty, for you I’ve cut off both ears and my tail, yeah
I’m like a fallen angel, dressed in Prada at Serrano
I swear it wasn’t me (No), I don’t know what the fu*k happened
I only see red, red, red blood on my hands
We’ll kill each other for bills (Prra)
Only metal, wet paper
I earn, spend, earn
Until the worms eat me
Yours have already sucked me dry
For me, it’s always a piece of cake

[Verse 4: Waor & Recycled J]
What good are mackerels, fur coats
Designer clothes and champagne in hotels
Flying around in a Cayenne, pesos, dollars and Yen?
They love you for what you have and not for who you are (No, no)
If you give me the choice between money or love
The purple bills or your passion-red lips
The diamonds set in a Dior chain or your warmth
I want to keep both (Uh, uh, uh)

[Chorus: Recycled J]
For the gold, run without looking back
For the gold, when you have it, you want more
For the gold, if they have to bury me
For the gold, yeah, if I die, let it be without the gold
And let them share it among everyone
When I die, only the gold remains, and it will shine
When I’m gone