Sueltalo B-Side (part. Lengualerta, Jeronimo Gonzalez)
No me sirve no ver los ojos de mi gente
No me sirve vivir en el ático de mi mente
No me sirve dominar
No me sirve tener dueño
No me sirve si no se está alineando con mi sueño
No me sirve si a mí me hace daño
No me sirve no afinarme a la voz de mis hermanos
No me sirvo si a mí yo no me amo
Y no sirvo yo si no estoy sirviendo al ser humano
Cantamos para manifestar lo que anhelamos
Alquimistas que con nuestros versos materializamos
Abracadabra somos cantadores que hilvanamos diferentes realidades
Con lo que verbalizamos
Soñamos y no hay quien detenga las visiones que creamos
No existen fronteras para lo que imaginamos
Esto sobrepasa cualquier regla ley o límite geográfico
Y sino con música lo derribamos
En movimiento estamos
Y a cada paso dado el horizonte vislumbramos
Pero mientras mas avanzamos
Parece que nunca llegamos al destino del eterno viajero y lo disfrutamos
Al destino del eterno viajero y lo disfrutamos
No me sirve no ver los ojos de mi gente
No me sirve vivir en el ático de mi mente
No me sirve dominar
No me sirve tener dueño
No me sirve si no se está alineando con mi sueño
No me sirve si a mí me hace daño
No me sirve no afinarme a la voz de mis hermanos
No me sirvo si a mí yo no me amo
Y no sirvo yo si no estoy sirviendo al ser humano
Mi vaso se vacía para llenarme de energía pura como agua cristalina
Fluyendo mi sangre como la nieve andina que corre por montañas
Los ríos se rían
Cosquillas charrangueras medicina de la sierra
Conecto con la fuente y la voz de la tierra
La jornada eterna enterna se encierra
Inhalo esta vida y suelto esta guerra
Suelto el dinero, el miedo, el quejar
Suelto el piquete mi orgullo el juzgar
Suelto el compararme, la presión el suponer
Suelto el futuro el mañana y el ayer
Suelto la perfección y suelto la identidad
Yo suelto con mi programas de enfermedad
Suelto expectativas para poder flotar
Yo suelto el apego para poder volar
No me sirve no ver los ojos de mi gente
No me sirve vivir en el ático de mi mente
No me sirve dominar
No me sirve tener dueño
No me sirve si no se está alineando con mi sueño
No me sirve si a mí me hace daño
No me sirve no afinarme a la voz de mis hermanos
No me sirvo si a mí yo no me amo
Y no sirvo yo si no estoy sirviendo al ser humano
Soltaras el camino mas liviano
Soltar para no seguir como un esclavo encadenado
Soltar las cuentas pendientes con el pasado
Soltar toda la vida la muerte andando a nuestro lado
Soltar como la hoja que en el viento va dejándose llevar
Soltar para sentir la ligereza y volar
Soltar sin tener pánico a la fragilidad
Soltar nada es seguro en este mundo eso es
Soltar presuposiciones
Soltar preocupaciones
Soltar la idea de que hay mejores y hay peores
Soltar las opiniones que tienen de mi los reflectores
Soltar la ruta enferma de los opresores
Soltar las armaduras pa' que aflore el alma pura
Soltar las ataduras las internas dictaduras
Soltar toda moldura que límite la cordura
Soltar esa es la cura pa’ mi miedo a las alturas (bis)
Soltar esa es la cura pa’ mi miedo a las alturas
Soltar, saltar, volar
Para llegar hasta tu hogar
Soltar, saltar, volar
Dejando ir dejando atrás
No me sirve no ver los ojos de mi gente
No me sirve vivir en el ático de mi mente
No me sirve dominar
No me sirve tener dueño
No me sirve si no se está alineando con mi sueño
No me sirve si a mí me hace daño
No me sirve no afinarme a la voz de mis hermanos
No me sirvo si a mí yo no me amo
Y no sirvo yo si no estoy sirviendo al ser humano
Suelto el gritar el mentir el enojar
Suelto controlar, el autocriticar
Suelto el ignorar este manifestar robándole a mi esencia el impulso de crear
Suelto tomar las cosas personales
Suelto mi ego, todas mis dualidades
Suelto la justificación, tener la razón
Suelto la respuesta, la sobreanalización
Suelto limitar, reprimirme el deseo
Suelto el no ver las raíces de donde vengo
Suelto la purga, el tiempo, el volante
Suelto a la muerte el llegar a cualquier instante
Suelto competir, la vida no es una carrera
Suelto los conflictos de fronteras y banderas
Suelto mi perspectiva del éxito, cada ser sirve, tiene un propósito
No me sirve no ver los ojos de mi gente
No me sirve vivir en el ático de mi mente
No me sirve dominar
No me sirve tener dueño
No me sirve si no se está alineando con mi sueño
No me sirve si a mí me hace daño
No me sirve no afinarme a la voz de mis hermanos
No me sirvo si a mí yo no me amo
Y no sirvo yo si no estoy sirviendo al ser humano
Let It Go B-Side (feat. Lengualerta, Jeronimo Gonzalez)
It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being
We sing to manifest what we long for
Alchemists who materialize with our verses
Abracadabra, we are singers who weave different realities
With what we verbalize
We dream and no one can stop the visions we create
There are no boundaries for what we imagine
This surpasses any rule, law, or geographical limit
And if not, we break it down with music
We are in motion
And with each step taken, we glimpse the horizon
But the more we advance
It seems like we never reach the destination of the eternal traveler and we enjoy it
The destination of the eternal traveler and we enjoy it
It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being
My cup empties to fill me with pure energy like crystal clear water
My blood flows like the Andean snow running through mountains
The rivers laugh
Charranguera tickles, medicine from the mountains
I connect with the source and the voice of the earth
The eternal journey encloses itself
I inhale this life and release this war
I release the money, the fear, the complaining
I release the picket, my pride, the judging
I release comparing, the pressure, assuming
I release the future, tomorrow, and yesterday
I release perfection and I release identity
I release with my disease programs
I release expectations to be able to float
I release attachment to be able to fly
It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being
You will release the lighter path
Let go to not continue like a chained slave
Release the pending accounts with the past
Release all life, death walking by our side
Release like the leaf that is carried by the wind
Release to feel lightness and fly
Release without panicking about fragility
Release nothing is certain in this world, that's it
Release assumptions
Release worries
Release the idea that there are better and worse
Release the opinions that the spotlights have of me
Release the sick route of the oppressors
Release the armor to let the pure soul emerge
Release the ties, the internal dictatorships
Release all mold that limits sanity
Release that is the cure for my fear of heights (repeat)
Release that is the cure for my fear of heights
Release, jump, fly
To reach your home
Release, jump, fly
Letting go, leaving behind
It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being
I release shouting, lying, getting angry
I release controlling, self-criticizing
I release ignoring this manifest stealing from my essence the impulse to create
I release taking things personally
I release my ego, all my dualities
I release justification, being right
I release the answer, overanalyzing
I release limiting, repressing desire
I release not seeing the roots of where I come from
I release the purge, time, the steering wheel
I release death arriving at any moment
I release competing, life is not a race
I release conflicts of borders and flags
I release my perspective of success, each being serves, has a purpose
It doesn't serve me not to see the eyes of my people
It doesn't serve me to live in the attic of my mind
It doesn't serve me to dominate
It doesn't serve me to have an owner
It doesn't serve me if it's not aligning with my dream
It doesn't serve me if it hurts me
It doesn't serve me not to tune in to the voice of my brothers
I don't serve myself if I don't love myself
And I don't serve if I'm not serving the human being