Vuelvo A Traficar

Song Meaning

The narrator opens with a stark contrast: "Me sobra el dinero, me faltan la' pela'" – an abundance of cash but a lack of actual spending power, coupled with a feeling of "pena" (sorrow) and a yearning for "primavera" (springtime, youth, or better times). This sets up a sense of dissatisfaction, a feeling of being stuck while time slips away, "mientra' se ahoga mi cordura en la profunda laguna de un reló." There's a clear internal conflict between a desire for something more and a present reality that feels stagnant and lacking direction, despite possessing "potencia" (power or drive). This dissatisfaction culminates in a decisive declaration: "Hoy, me voy a comer el mundo." The narrator is rejecting their current "curro" (job) because it "ya no me da pa' ná" (doesn't give me anything anymore). This isn't just about quitting; it's a radical reinvention, a "nueva vida" (new life) marked by a return to "traficar" (dealing/trafficking). The act of dealing is presented as a way to escape the mundane and the financially draining, a path chosen out of a perceived necessity to break free from a life that offers no reward. The lyrics paint a vivid, gritty picture of this chosen path: "Ahogando mi' pena', chupando tarjeta', Subiendo tensione', bajando e'calera'." It's a cycle of self-medication, financial recklessness, heightened stress, and physical exertion. The imagery of "repleto bolsone'" (full bags) and "control de alcoholemía" (alcohol checkpoints) grounds the narrative in the tangible risks and realities of this lifestyle, acknowledging the presence of "gente que trafica y gente que se pone" (people who deal and people who use). The core tension lies in the narrator's justification for this return to dealing. Despite acknowledging that "algún día habrá que dejarlo también" (someday one will have to quit too), the immediate response is "Pero no será hoy." This is reinforced by a cynical dismissal of conventional work: "La vida e' demasiado bella / Para perde'la en trabajar." The narrator questions the meaning of work and its dignity, concluding with a defiant shrug: "¿Qué coño má' me da? / Yo vuelvo a traficá." This embrace of the illicit, framed as a choice for a more vibrant, albeit dangerous, existence over a soul-crushing job, is what gives the song its raw, unapologetic energy.