Son Malos, Son Buenos
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
En sus torres de cristal, se creen que la saben toda
Luces, oro y champán, pero el alma está sola
Mientras tanto, allá en el barrio, donde no hay mucha guita
Se arma todo con manos y paciencia
Es un baile, un juego, una rueda sin freno
Son malos, son buenos, ¿y al final qué terreno?
Es la risa, el calor, lo que llena el momento
Decidís si tenés lo que importa por dentro
¡Son malos, son buenos, da igual lo que ves!
La plata no compra lo que no se ve
¡Son malos, son buenos, el ritmo es verdad!
Sentí cómo vibra tu felicidad
Brillan los diamantes, pero ¿quién los banca?
Hay corazones fríos tras tanta tranza
En cambio, en la esquina, donde nadie presume
Se comparte el aire, se comparte la fiesta
Es un baile, un juego, una rueda sin freno
Son malos, son buenos, ¿y al final qué terreno?
Es la risa, el calor, lo que llena el momento
Decidís si tenés lo que importa por dentro
¡Son malos, son buenos, da igual lo que ves!
La plata no compra lo que no se ve
¡Son malos, son buenos, el ritmo es verdad!
Sentí cómo vibra tu felicidad
No es lo que comprás, es lo que das
No es lo que mostrás, es la verdad
No es lo que tenés, es cómo vivís
Lo que te hace grande, lo decidís
¡Son malos, son buenos, da igual lo que ves!
La plata no compra lo que no se ve
¡Son malos, son buenos, el ritmo es verdad!
Sentí cómo vibra tu felicidad
They Are Bad, They Are Good
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
In their crystal towers, they think they know everything
Lights, gold and champagne, but the soul is alone
Meanwhile, back in the neighborhood, where there isn't much money
Everything is put together with hands and patience
It's a dance, a game, a wheel without brakes
They are bad, they are good, and in the end what terrain?
It is the laughter, the warmth, that fills the moment
You decide if you have what matters inside
They're bad, they're good, it doesn't matter what you see!
Money can't buy what you can't see
They're bad, they're good, the rhythm is true!
I felt your happiness vibrate
Diamonds shine, but who's banking on them?
There are cold hearts behind so much scam
Instead, in the corner, where no one shows off
We share the air, we share the party
It's a dance, a game, a wheel without brakes
They are bad, they are good, and in the end what terrain?
It is the laughter, the warmth, that fills the moment
You decide if you have what matters inside
They're bad, they're good, it doesn't matter what you see!
Money can't buy what you can't see
They're bad, they're good, the rhythm is true!
I felt your happiness vibrate
It's not what you buy, it's what you give
It's not what you show, it's the truth
It's not what you have, it's how you live
What makes you great, you decide
They're bad, they're good, it doesn't matter what you see!
Money can't buy what you can't see
They're bad, they're good, the rhythm is true!
I felt your happiness vibrate
Escrita por: Ramiro Belmonte