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Description
It's like a neon-lit confession that living honestly is harder than looking good. Here, there are lessons from parents, streets that taught us to be tough, and betrayals that taught our hearts not to ask “let's talk later,” but to let it all out with fire. But beneath the layer of anger and resentment, a stubborn desire breaks through - to love in such a way as to see the soul, not the eyes, to trust even when there may be a knife behind your back. The song rocks on the contrast: between vulnerability and armor, between street directness and an almost childlike belief that joy is still stronger than betrayal.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Con iris de arcoíris hay que estar cuando un gil te trata de gil porque no hay vida en su vivir.
La traición es pecado, pero va que es capital de estado y no es tan renovable al existir.
Y quiero amar sin pensar en qué me harán.
Que vea el alma y no los ojos.
Tal vez volar sin ver si hay un puñal entre la espalda frente a los ojos.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, -shame. -Te dejo uno más. Solo es mío.
-Gracias a mi madre soy sincero. -Gracias.
-Gracias a mi padre soy de acero. -Gracias.
-Gracias a mi barrio soy quien quiero. -Gracias.
Viví con traicioneros que buscaban ser honestos.
Pa' mí ser honesto es lo primero. Vinieron sin comida pa' mi hornero. Bebieron agua de mis manantiales.
Se taparon con mi cuero. Prometieron amor verdadero. Robaron y se fueron.
La vida va a cruzar nuestro sendero. Y no quiero ni perdón ni peros, ni un hablamos luego.
La van a pagar con fuego sin poder entrar al cielo.
Fue fácil como robarle a un niño un caramelo. Ahora difícil como pedirle silencio a un vocero.
Los que entierran que ahora están sin compañeros, sin mi disco que metieron en ese sello que hicieron.
Solo tienen plata que robaron y jamás me devolvieron, pero el arte no se -apaga con dinero. Let's go. -Todo puede pasar.
-Todo puede pasar. -Pero todo pasa, me dijo mamá.
Yo quiero al barrio feliz. Sé que mis valores no me traicionan porque todo puede pasar.
Cuando el cariño se vuelve un puñal, cuesta un poco más ser feliz, pero ningún gil va a acabarme la calma. Quiero amar sin pensar en qué me harán.
Que vea el alma y no los ojos.
Tal vez volar sin ver si hay un puñal entre la espalda frente a los ojos.
No amo, no me aman por andar mudando mis escamas.
Descuidé los lagos del dharma y vieron mi amor como arma.
Vieron mi valor como barba sin pagar el precio de -karma. Soy el miedo con todas sus damas. -Traicioné a la traición por la espalda.
Todo puede pasar.
-Todo puede pasar. -Pero todo pasa, me dijo mamá.
Yo quiero al barrio feliz. Sé que mis valores no me traicionan porque todo puede pasar.
Cuando el cariño se vuelve un puñal, cuesta un poco más ser feliz, pero ningún gil va a acabarme la calma. Solo quiero amar sin pensar en qué me harán.
Que vea el alma y no los ojos.
Tal vez volar sin ver si hay un puñal entre la espalda frente a los ojos.
Quiero ser yo mismo. Ser ser humano.
Niño, apoya hasta en mis recuerdos. He intentado vivir en paz.
Oh, oh, oh.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame. Shame, shame.
English translation
You have to be with a rainbow when a gil calls you a gil because there is no life in his life.
Treason is a sin, but it is state capital and is not so renewable when it exists.
And I want to love without thinking about what they will do to me.
Let him see the soul and not the eyes.
Maybe fly without seeing if there is a dagger between the back in front of your eyes.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, -shame. -I'll leave you one more. It's only mine.
-Thanks to my mother I am sincere. -Thank you.
-Thanks to my father I am made of steel. -Thank you.
-Thanks to my neighborhood I am who I want. -Thank you.
I lived with traitors who sought to be honest.
For me, being honest is the first thing. They came without food for my baker. They drank water from my springs.
They covered themselves with my leather. They promised true love. They stole and left.
Life is going to cross our path. And I don't want forgiveness or buts, or let's talk later.
They are going to pay with fire without being able to enter heaven.
It was easy like stealing candy from a child. Now it's difficult to ask a spokesperson for silence.
Those who bury who are now without companions, without my album that they put on that label they made.
They only have money that they stole and never gave me back, but art cannot be extinguished with money. Let's go. -Anything can happen.
-Anything can happen. -But everything passes, mom told me.
I want the neighborhood to be happy. I know that my values do not betray me because anything can happen.
When affection becomes a dagger, it costs a little more to be happy, but no fool is going to destroy my calm. I want to love without thinking about what they will do to me.
Let him see the soul and not the eyes.
Maybe fly without seeing if there is a dagger between the back in front of your eyes.
I don't love, they don't love me for shedding my scales.
I neglected the lakes of dharma and they saw my love as a weapon.
They saw my value as a beard without paying the price of -karma. I am fear with all its ladies. -I betrayed the betrayal from behind.
Anything can happen.
-Anything can happen. -But everything passes, mom told me.
I want the neighborhood to be happy. I know that my values do not betray me because anything can happen.
When affection becomes a dagger, it costs a little more to be happy, but no fool is going to destroy my calm. I just want to love without thinking about what they will do to me.
Let him see the soul and not the eyes.
Maybe fly without seeing if there is a dagger between the back in front of your eyes.
I want to be myself. Being human being.
Child, support even my memories. I have tried to live in peace.
Oh, oh, oh.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame. Shame, shame, better shame, shame, shame.
Shame, shame, better shame, shame. Shame, shame.