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Hearts

Daddy Yankee

Corazones

Daddy!
Ecko!
Dice
Aquí hay corazón ah
De que estas hecho

Si las miradas mataran to' el tiempo usara una gavana
Un cura me acompañara siguiendome en una caravana
Si fuera por mis enemigos a la mesa me trairian una vivora
De carne y vinagre de bebida

Me crucificaran en un acto crudo homicida
Pero se equivocan me levanta mi Dios con salud y vida
Si por el gobierno fuera los raperos no existieran
Nos lanzaran al calabozo y con la pena de muerte nos dieran

Esta el que pisotea y el que ayuda al ser humano
Existe el buen amigo que es leal como un hermano
La sangre pesa más que el agua pero midela bien
Existe sangre sucia fijate caín y abel

Porque hay corazones con en-vi-día
Corazones con ira
Corazones con furia
Situaciones de millones corazones

Con miedo
Corazones sin-ceros
Corazones gue-rreros
Corazones trai-cio-neros

Soy de la capital del crimen y en el aire se percibe un espíritu
De muerte que devora lo que vive. Si fuera por mi reuniria a
Todos los caserios proponiendo una tregua en nombre de los
Que se han ido (sin miedo!)

Yo les diria mi gente yo solo aquí soy un valiente que les pide
Que no derramen ya la sangre inocente arreglen como hombres
Y no se fallen mutuamente, pero se que es un sueño perdido como
Ver a los 3 partidos unidos luchando por el bien de Puerto Rico

No ven que es mediocre la educacion en los residenciales necesitan
Más maestros necesitan materiales, para crear más lideres
Y menos criminales (hay corazones allí con problemas personales)
Si por mi fuera le daria para atrás al tiempo sanarias las heridas

Que marcaron todo su cuerpo, paraba las manos de aquel centurion
Con su lanza también en el acto me tendrian que dar matanza
Lo bajaria de la cruz estando moribundo pero tuvo que morir para
Salvar al mundo

Porque hay corazones con en-vi-día
Corazones con ira
Corazones con furia
Situaciones de millones corazones

Con miedo
Corazones sin-ceros
Corazones gue-rreros
Corazones trai-cio-neros

Daddy!
Situaciones de millones corazones

Hearts

Daddy!
Ecko!
He says
Here there is a heart
Of what you are made

If looks could kill, all the time I would wear a bulletproof vest
A priest would accompany me following in a caravan
If it were up to my enemies, they would bring me a snake to the table
Made of flesh and vinegar for drink

They would crucify me in a raw homicidal act
But they are wrong, my God lifts me up with health and life
If it were up to the government, rappers wouldn't exist
They would throw us in jail and give us the death penalty

There's the one who tramples and the one who helps the human being
There's the good friend who is loyal like a brother
Blood is thicker than water, but measure it well
There's dirty blood, look at Cain and Abel

Because there are hearts with envy
Hearts with anger
Hearts with fury
Situations of millions of hearts

With fear
Sincere hearts
Warrior hearts
Treacherous hearts

I'm from the capital of crime and in the air you can feel a spirit
Of death that devours what lives. If it were up to me, I would gather
All the neighborhoods proposing a truce in the name of those
Who have gone (without fear!)

I would tell them, my people, I alone here am a brave one who asks
That they no longer shed innocent blood, settle things like men
And don't fail each other, but I know it's a lost dream like
Seeing the 3 parties united fighting for the good of Puerto Rico

Don't they see that education in the projects is mediocre, they need
More teachers, they need materials, to create more leaders
And fewer criminals (there are hearts there with personal problems)
If it were up to me, I would turn back time, heal the wounds

That marked their whole body, I would stop the hands of that centurion
With his spear as well, they would have to kill me in the act
I would take him down from the cross while dying, but he had to die to
Save the world

Because there are hearts with envy
Hearts with anger
Hearts with fury
Situations of millions of hearts

With fear
Sincere hearts
Warrior hearts
Treacherous hearts

Daddy!
Situations of millions of hearts

Escrita por: Raymond Ayala