Complete lyrics of Girasol, Christian Nodal’s song against J Balvin

Christian Nodal fulfilled his promise and late in the morning this Saturday, June 4, he published ‘Girasol’ (‘Sunflower‘), the song attacking J Balvin after he made fun of his new look and his media breakup with Belinda on social networks. The name of the song used as a “tiradera” probably comes from the sunflower motive he has tattooed on his face recently, because he likes them.

In just over five minutes, the Mexican regional singer addresses the controversy he recently starred in with his Colombian colleague, in addition to respond to the criticism he has received on social networks for the new and controversial tattoos that has been done to his face since announcing the end of their engagement.

However, the detail that caught our attention is that it also provokes Belinda by comparing her case with that of Johnny Depp and Amber Heard. Finally, the interpreter of ‘Adiós Amor’ refers to the tiradera that Residente launched against him a couple of months ago for the 2021 Latin Grammys boycott scandal.

Complete lyrics of ‘Sunflower’

Then we leave you the complete lyrics of ‘Girasol’ (‘Sunflower’), a song with which Christian Nodal ends his rivalry with J Balvin and that you can already find on digital platforms.

I want you to cry!

I’m going to make you cry!

I’m going to make wa-wa-wa!

Wa-wa-wa, cry!

Today I woke up joking and you have to put up with me

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

You are a joke, ba***rd, every time you try to sing

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

Poor clown who uses the whole world to connect with people

You say “Latino Gang” but you step on all your people

To give messages, mijo, you have to be consistent

If you are not an artist, at least be careful

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

Due to lack of empathy you have to be resilient

Are you aware of the followers you move?

My friend, open your eyes and see the power you have

Another bad joke is the names of your albums

“José, you vibrate colors with the energy of the devil”

If you spoke ill of the family why mix the business?

Partner, life is going bad for you for being pretentious

Fifty million saw you making fun of me

Changing places, would you like that?

We all look beautiful on magazine covers

And in the photos that we choose 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, bastard, the differences between you and me

Asshole, it’s just that I’m not that shitty

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

But for breaking your ass they will know about Nodal

Who gave you the right to make fun of other people’s pain?

Surely your sack should not be very full

Do you remember the Johnny Depp case? Well, well

If the ‘unmentionable’ builds a case for me, they will see it again

Do not tell me that there is no evil in your black intention

If you do pure bl***ob to hit a song

You have a documentary talking about mental health

F*****g hypocrite, you can’t talk about that

The as****es you do you should meditate

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

Every time I get closer to God or have acts of kindness

What you need are true friends

Don’t let them s*** **** ***k when you’re doing something wrong

Music videos are also to express

But you express pure shit, you disgust me

‘We are in twenty-first century, and enslave-

To women like b*****s; Other people’s pain is what you give

You always play with fire and you never want to get burned

You’re thirty-seven years old, and you still haven’t matured

Respect is something money can’t buy

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

If your goals to meet are only material’?

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

And his motivation is in humanity

They are distributing love, they receive it back

Because the lyrics that they sing always manage to connect

That’s called being an artist, dog!

That’s called being an artist, dog!

A good cowboy is afraid of nothing

Go down to your land to see if that’s how eggs come out

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

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

Decide if you are or are not a reggaeton player

Defend your art, don’t be a liar anymore!

I do this for fun

Because I love it and it is my passion

Dog, remember that I’m already rich

It’s not for business and ambition

I’m going to spit in your face, mijo, sit down and learn

“Bottle After Bottle” [‘”Botella tras botella”] hit the people

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

There is no promotion if the music feels

There are people making art from January to December

You fighting with Grammy’s because you don’t deserve them

Do you see that you are a joke and still do not 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

While I record this piece, my skin crawls

You will never feel it, your voice only makes you laugh

And as I said before, I get 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

Medal, m**********r, I could never get them

Does that make you very funny? I hope it doesn’t happen to you

Because as Ariel said: “Karma comes and goes”

Everybody try to suppress my personality

I like my tattoos, I like my flow

If being ‘naco’ is being happy, then 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 is only for his love

I’m going here at my trot, calm down, without pressure

I sing up to four hours in concert just for passion

But back to the main topic

José, you throw the stone and hide behind anxiety

And although for this society you are someone very cool

Hold on vato, not everyone wants to be you

If I decided to dye my hair, it’s because an egg swelled on me

If you want a reference, it would be Chester Bennington

I am a sunflower because with healthy music

When I hear yours it makes me want to go to the bathroom

Reggaeton music is necessary in this life

It also makes me shake my ass and brings me joy

But not the shit that you drop, ‘bad-vibrous’

“Arcangel”, “Yankee”, “Tego”, “Don”, are tasty examples

Now to finish the topic and put an end to you

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

I hope this is the last time someone breaks your ass

For now, this cowboy hit you with the pointy

In the boot, compa’, smoke weed

So that it makes you happy and don’t shit anymore, crazy, huh

Good morning, good morning, Josecito

Good morning, good morning, Josecito

You ran into a northerner, ‘inche ass

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

Christian Nodal — Girasol

In Spanish, original

¡Yo quiero que llores!

¡Yo vo’a hacer que llores!

¡Yo vo’a hacer que wa-wa-wa!

¡Wa-wa-wa, llores!

Hoy me levanté bromista y me tienes que aguantar

No quiero bromear contigo, de ti quiero bromear

Tú eres un chiste, cabrón, cada que intentas cantar

Cada que intentas rapear, cada que intentas rimar

Pobre payaso que usa a todo el mundo pa’ conectar con la gente

Dices “Latino Gang” pero pisas a to’a tu gente

Pa’ dar mensajes, m’ijo, hay quе ser coherentеs

Si tú no eres artista, al menos se prudente

Hoy me sabe a mierda, traigo un Balvin en los dientes

Por falta de empatía le toca ser resiliente

¿Acaso eres consciente de los followers que mueves?

Parcerito, abre los ojos y ve el poder que tienes

Otro chiste malo son los nombres de tus álbum’s

“José, vibras colores con la energía del diablo”

¿Si hablaste mal de la familia por qué mezclas el negocio?

Socio, la vida te va mal por pretencioso

Cincuenta millones vieron que te burlabas de mí

Cambiando de lugar, ¿eso te gustaría a ti?

Todos salimos bellos en las portadas de revista

Y en las fotos que elegimos pa’ subir al Insta’

Me tomaste foto de la prensa

Donde salgo peor, donde me da vergüenza

Luego preguntaste, cabrón, las diferencias entre tú y yo

Pendejo, es que yo no soy tan mierda

Tú quieres que me reconozcan por mi peor error, carnal

Pero por romperte el culo van a saber del Nodal

¿Quién te dio derecho de burlarte del dolor ajeno?

Seguramente tu costal no ha de estar muy lleno

¿Recuerdas el caso de Johnny Depp?, pues bueno

Si la ‘innombrable’ me arma un caso eso verán de nuevo

No me digas que no hay maldad en tu negra intención

Si haces pura mamada para pegar una canción

Tienes un documental hablando de salud mental

Pinche hipócrita de mierda, de eso no puedes hablar

Las culeradas que haces deberías meditar

Mira cómo estoy sanando y no lo tengo que postear

Cada que me acerco a Dios o tengo actos de bondad

A ti lo que te hace falta son amigos de verdad

Que no te mamen la verga cuando estás haciendo un mal

Los vídeos musicales también son para expresar

Pero expresas pura mierda, qué asco me das

‘Tamos en siglo veintiuno, y esclavizar-

A las mujeres como perras; Pena ajena es lo que das

Siempre juegas con el fuego y nunca te quieres quemar

Tienes treinta y siete años, y aún no logras madurar

El respeto es algo que el dinero no puede comprar

¿Se dan cuenta que ser rico al final da igual-

Si tus metas por cumplir son solo material’?

Mira a Maná, y mira a Omar, que también son global

Y su motivación está en la humanidad

Van repartiendo amor, lo reciben pa’ atrás

Porque las letras que ellos cantan siempre logran conectar

¡Eso se llama ser artista, perro!

Un buen vaquero a nada le tiene miedo

Baje pa’ su terreno a ver si así le salen huevos

Porque si va pa’l mío ya estaría en el cementerio

No quiero tus ‘achichincles’ que me estén tirando luego

Decídete sí eres o no eres reggaetonero

¡Defiende a tu arte, ya no seas embustero!

Esto lo hago pa’ divertirme

Porque lo amo y es mi pasión

Perro, recuerda que ya soy rico

No es por negocio y la ambición

Vo’a escupirte en la cara, mijo, siéntate y aprende

“Botella Tras Botella” lo pegó la gente

Arriba de The Weeknd con Ariana Grande, ¿entiendes?

No se ocupa promoción si la música se siente

Hay gente haciendo arte de enero a diciembre

Tu peleando con Grammy’s porque no los mereces

¿Ves que eres un chiste y aún no lo comprendes?

Te falta hacerle caso al que te ama, no al que vende

Te prendes cuando alguien viene y tu avión aterriza

Mientras yo grabo esta pieza, la piel se me eriza

Jamás vas a sentirlo, tu voz solo da risa

Y como lo dije antes, yo me monto al avión

Pero solo Dios decide si voy a volar o no

Tenía un estadio lleno en tu país, en tu ciudad

Medalla, puta madre, nunca les pude llegar

¿Eso te causa mucha gracia? ojalá no te pase igual

Porque como lo dijo Ariel: “El karma viene y se va”

Todos tratan de reprimir mi personalidad

A mí me gustan mis tatuajes, me gusta mi flow

Si ser ‘naco’ es ser feliz, pues claro que lo soy

Mi música es de ustedes pero mi vida no

Agradezco los consejos pero, ¿quién los pidió?

Mejor síganlos ustedes, yo tengo mi jubilación

Y si me dedico a esto es solo por su amor

Yo aquí voy a mi trote, tranqui’, sin presión

Canto hasta cuatro horas en concierto solo por pasión

Pero volviendo a retomar el tema principal

José, tiras la piedra y te escondes tras la ansiedad

Y aunque pa’ esta sociedad tú eres alguien muy cool

Aguanta vato, no todo el mundo quiere ser tú

Si decidí pintarme el pelo es porque un huevo se me hinchó

Si quieren un referente, sería Chester Bennington

Yo soy un girasol porque con música sano

Cuando escucho lo tuyo me dan ganas de ir pa’l baño

La música del reggaeton es necesaria en esta vida

También me hace mover el culo y me trae alegría

Pero no la porquería que tú sueltas, ‘mal-vibroso’

“Arcangel”, “Yankee”, “Tego”, “Don”, son ejemplos sabrosos

Ya pa’ acabar el tema y ponerte un fin

Si no aprendiste con el Resi’, espero que conmigo sí

Ojalá que sea la última vez que alguien te parta el culo

Por lo pronto este vaquero te dio con lo puntiagudo

En la bota, compa’, fuma mota

Pa’ que te vuelva feli’ y ya no cagues palo, loca, huh

Buenos días, buenos días, Josecito

Topaste con un norteño, ‘inche culito

No es pesadilla, te ha matado el vaquerito

Christian Nodal – Girasol

What happened between Christian Nodal and J Balvin?

AmericanPost.News told you before that Christian Nodal surprised once again with a “crazy” look, which became a topic of conversation on social networks and unleashed a wave of memes against him. To the teasing was added J Balvin, who even made fun of the failed relationship of the Mexican singer with Belinda which sparked a fight between the 2.