Hay que volver
Como ha pasado el tiempo, y te ha sentado tan bien
Ahora hay que levantarse, ahora hay que volver...
Para cantar palabras, que no sean de papel,
Recordar quienes fuimos y quien queremos ser
Dime, porque sin hacer nada tu te enfadas conmigo,
En que mano escondes ese puñal,
Con que tanto me clavas, si no vale pa ná
Dime, en que lugar del cuerpo te corroen los celos
Dime en que lios mentales andas metido,
Cuales son las mentiras que no te dejan ver
Mira, quien quiera que te compre,
Quien quiera que te aguante, una paciencia elegante
Es lo que hay que tener contigo, chaval
Eso es lo que hay que tener
Una amenaza de humo vuela por tu cabeza,
Aprovecho y me esfumo antes de que me vea…
En la calle esta gratis -por suerte para todos-
El aire pa respirar
We must return
How time has passed, and it has suited you so well
Now we must get up, now we must return...
To sing words that are not made of paper,
Remember who we were and who we want to be
Tell me, why do you get mad at me without doing anything,
In which hand do you hide that dagger,
With which you stab me so much, if it's worth nothing
Tell me, where in your body are you consumed by jealousy,
Tell me in what mental mess you are involved,
What are the lies that don't let you see
Look, whoever buys you,
Whoever puts up with you, with an elegant patience
That's what you need to have with you, kid
That's what you need to have
A threat of smoke flies through your head,
I take advantage and disappear before you see me...
On the street it's free - luckily for everyone -
The air to breathe