Crónica de Un Nacimiento
Un veintinueve de Noviembre del año 2005
Por accidente nació el residente
El residente acaparo los medios de repente
Casi como un asalto
Se metió dentro del cuerpo de un joven
En Trujillo alto
Al joven Rene Pérez
Lo convirtió en su marioneta
Le arranco su apellido
Le quito su identidad completa
Le robo su familia
Le quito su novia
Le amarro su cabeza
A un baúl repleto de todas sus fobias
Le puso una pistola en la boca
Y dos rifles en cada oreja
(No me mates)
(Cállate, no quiero quejas
Y no me levantes las Sejas)
Gritaba el residente enloquecido
Despertando en aquel mundo a todos los dormidos
Con una navaja el residente le arranco la piel de la cara
El joven Rene Pérez casi ya no respiraba
Le dijo al residente con valentía y repudio
(Ahora voy a desconectar los cables del estudio)
Como por arte de magia el Residente desapareció
Por aquellos mundos
Confusos
Nadie más lo vio
Y es que sin música
El residente calle trece no puede existir
Escuchándolo
Es la única manera de volverlo a revivir
Tuvo que venir un imbécil
Y su música escuchar
Para que la residente calle trece
Nos volviera a visitar
Chronicle of a Birth
On November twenty-ninth, two thousand five
By accident, the resident was born
The resident suddenly took over the media
Almost like a heist
He slipped into the body of a young guy
In Trujillo Alto
He turned young Rene Perez
Into his puppet
He ripped away his last name
Took away his whole identity
Stole his family
Took his girlfriend
Tied his head
To a trunk full of all his phobias
He put a gun in his mouth
And two rifles in each ear
(Don't kill me)
(Shut up, I don't want complaints
And don't raise your eyebrows)
The resident screamed, going crazy
Waking up everyone asleep in that world
With a knife, the resident ripped the skin off his face
Young Rene Perez was barely breathing
He told the resident with courage and disgust
(Now I'm going to unplug the studio cables)
Like magic, the Resident disappeared
Into those worlds
Confusing
No one saw him again
And without music
The resident Calle Trece can't exist
Listening to him
Is the only way to bring him back to life
Some idiot had to come
And listen to his music
For the resident Calle Trece
To visit us again
Escrita por: René Pérez, Edgar Abraham