esto es a lo niche, caliche,
venite,
nos vamos pa los Yores, señores come on.

esto es a lo niche,
caliche,
venite,
nos vamos a lo punta talon, punta talon.

y comenzó vacilon,
llegaron los que son,
llevando un nuevo sound pa los Yores, oye latino no te asombres,
vamo' a hacer desorden,
este ritmo lleva mi nombre,

Y ve vo' jabés, movéte movéte, y ve vo' jabés, Mirá cojé,

y ve vo' jabés, movéte movéte, y ve vo' jabés, cuidao y te caés.

hey Cali,
What's going on, this is a lo niche, del barrio song, cuero pa' la calle, campaneo básico, Do you feel it ? ti-ti có, ti-ti có.

FR:

Ça c’est à la façon des noirs, “caleninen”
Venez !

Nous allons à New-York

Messieurs, venez.

Ça c’est à la façon des noirs, “caleninen”
Venez !

Nous allons à New-York,

Messieurs, venez

Nous allons en, pointe, talon, pointe talon

Et la fête a commencé
Ceux qui sont venus, y sont

En amenant un nouveau son à New York
Hey latino, ne soyez pas surpris

On va faire du désordre
Ce rythme porte mon nom

Et tu le sais bien
Bouge-toi, bouge-toi
Et tu le sais bien
Regarde, attrape

Et tu le sais bien
Bouge-toi, bouge-toi
Et tu le sais bien
Regarde, attrape

Fait gaffe, ne tombe pas par terre

Hey Cali

Qu’est ce qui se passe?

Ça c’est à la façon des noirs
Chanson du quartier

Cuir pour la rue

Frappement basique de la cloche
L'avez-vous ressenti ? Ti ti co, ti ti co

So now it’s decided; it’s out in the open, it’s all clear
So now, we’re divided
Burnt down burnt out, cropped sheer my dear, I fear
Now it’s all broken and the poison is placed in the trap
So tell me how to pretend with conviction
And survive in this mire of contradiction

So what about this fruit of love
Tell me how to protect it from the hail of hate
x2
That lays in wait
That lays in wait

How to keep up appearances in this neglected garden that’s me
How to explain disappearances to these innocent victims you see
So now I’m a painless shroud, I’m pulling all the shots
A prisoner of my soul, my mind, my body
At night I rattle the door handles; I try to keep lost

So what about this fruit of love
Tell me how to protect it from the hail of hate x 4
That… lays in wait

I can’t help it if this is just a small town, and everybody knows your business
Well, I can’t help it if this is just a small town and everybody knows your business
I can’t help it if this is such a small town and everybody knows your business

Maybe better to keep up appearances
Maybe, Maybe

Well the pebbles on this beach are not quite within my reach although
I’d like to take some home, yeah, I’d like to take some home with me
In memory

It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance

And we’re clean out of dreams
We’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brown
A sure thing to bring you down

Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here?
Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fear
Will you be that courage for me?

Tell me please, will you be that courage for me?
But I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you

The pebbles on this beach slide slowly into reach, or that’s how it seems
Like I finally found something where no one can intervene
Where the truth can come finally clean, I’m sure you know what I mean

It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance

And we’re clean out of dreams
We’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brown
A sure thing to bring you down

Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here?

Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fear
Will you be that courage for me?

Tell me please will you be that courage for me?

But I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you
I never had the chance to ask you nor to say goodbye
No I never, never, never, never never never never never never…