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Description
Spanish Guitar: Carlos Leal
Bass: Josue Ronquio
Programmer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Producer: Moncho Chavea
Composer Lyricist: Javi Medina
Composer Lyricist: Moncho Chavea
Lyrics and translation
Original
Paso lento por las calles que saben a sal.
Miradas que mienten y nadie te viene a salvar.
Sueños en la mochila y un bolso lleno de miedo.
El mundo gira, hermano, pero nunca digo que no puedo.
Gente que promete y olvida al amanecer.
Yo camino solo y así aprendí a entender, que la calle me llama, la música es mi hogar.
Mi historia es el fuego que no se puede apagar. Y aquí sigo yo, sin miedo, sin cadenas.
Canta mi corazón entre lágrimas y penas.
Y que el mundo gire y que el viento me despeine.
Y así es la vida y no hay mal que por bien no venga.
I love you. Me levanto pa currar, con la autoestima a tope.
Y si no había pa marisco, compraamo un chope. Una manta calentita, del frío me arrope.
Y si no quieres problemas, cuidao, no te topes.
No te topes conmigo, que en el barrio tengo más de veinte amigos. De to mis fatiguita ellos son testigos.
Que si yo hablo, que si yo digo. Si me quieren, me quieren, yo nunca me olvivo.
Y a la pena apuñalá, y a la pena apuñalá, y a la pena apuñalá, y a la pena. No me hace falta oro para sonreír.
Con lo mucho o lo poco que tenga yo ya soy feliz.
Mientras tenga a los míos, lo demás me da igual.
Yo miro pa'l cielo y pido salud pa todos, salud y libertad. Y aquí sigo yo, sin miedo, sin cadenas.
Canta mi corazón entre lágrimas y penas.
Y que el mundo gire y que el viento me despeine.
Y así es la vida y no hay mal que por bien no venga.
Y a la pena apuñalá. Que sí, que no. Y a la pena apuñalá. Que te lo digo yo.
Y a la pena apuñalá. Que sí, que no. Y a la pena apuñalá. Que válgame Dios.
Y a la pena apuñalá. Que esta noche no me acuesto. Y a la pena apuñalá. Que vengo de borrachera.
Y a la pena apuñalá. Con mi primo Moncho. Y a la pena apuñalá. Con mi Moncho
Chavelo. Y a la pena apuñalá
English translation
I walk slowly through the streets that taste of salt.
Looks that lie and no one comes to save you.
Dreams in the backpack and a bag full of fear.
The world turns, brother, but I never say I can't.
People who promise and forget at dawn.
I walk alone and that's how I learned to understand that the street calls me, music is my home.
My story is the fire that cannot be put out. And here I am, without fear, without chains.
My heart sings between tears and sorrows.
And let the world spin and let the wind ruffle my hair.
And that's life and there is no evil that does not come with good.
I love you. I get up to work, with high self-esteem.
And if there was no seafood, we bought a chope. A warm blanket covered me from the cold.
And if you don't want problems, be careful, don't run into each other.
Don't run into me, I have more than twenty friends in the neighborhood. They are witnesses of all my fatigue.
What if I speak, what if I say. If they love me, they love me, I will never forget myself.
And stab at grief, and stab at grief, and stab at grief, and stab at grief. I don't need gold to smile.
With how much or how little I have, I am already happy.
As long as I have mine, I don't care about the rest.
I look to the sky and ask for health for everyone, health and freedom. And here I am, without fear, without chains.
My heart sings between tears and sorrows.
And let the world spin and let the wind ruffle my hair.
And that's life and there is no evil that does not come with good.
And stab the pain. Yes, no. And stab the pain. What do I tell you?
And stab the pain. Yes, no. And stab the pain. May God help me.
And stab the pain. I'm not going to bed tonight. And stab the pain. I'm drunk.
And stab the pain. With my cousin Moncho. And stab the pain. With my Moncho
Chavelo. And stab the pain