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He Left (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

Lefty SM

Se Fue (part. Santa Fe Klan)

Escucha por piedad, maldita realidad
Deja que corra de jalón
No quiere llorar, no quiere saber más de esta vida
Ayúdalo
No es su destino, su vida no la valora
Maldita calle que lo tiene, lo devora
Son sensaciones que te hacen doler el cora
Su madre llora, su madre llora

Maldita pobreza, yo no sé en dónde va a terminar
Porque él no para, él no quiere, no se deja ayudar
Su familia lo abandonó, no quiso batallar
Solo su madre le llora y no lo mira vagar
Volar, volar, él va buscando salida
La culpa carga y es tan dolida
Él solo busca sentirse arriba
El vago muere, no tiene vida

Se fue, se fue, su vuelo no aterrizó
Ya no recuerda ni quién es
Tal vez, tal vez fue por amor y dolor
Que se perdió entre las drogas y el alcohol
Ayer, ayer vi llorando a una mujer
Era su madre que no sabe de él
Vagando lo ven, sin control ni temor
Respirando una bolsa con resistol

A la calle salió, se desapareció
Su familia perdió, ni cuenta se dio
Por la noche vagando, su dosis buscando
Hasta su nombre ha olvidado, su madre está llorando
Preguntándose cuándo será el día que regresa
Tal vez fue la tristeza o tal vez fue la pobreza, qué sé yo
Su inocencia perdida camina sin rumbo, buscando salida
Sufriendo de hambre y de la noche fría
Su hermana la ve llorando todavía

Lágrimas y dolor de su familia
En automático siente que que lo mata el pánico
Es lógico que no aterriza por tanto veneno tóxico
Cada vez más flaco con la mente en blanco
Drogado en el suelo, tirado en mal estado, intoxicado
Sus heridas no han cicatrizado
Cuándo será que volverá, dónde estará
Cuándo regresará, cuándo volverá
Cuándo será, cuándo será, cuándo será

Volando se fue, se fue, se fue, su vuelo no aterrizó
Ya no recuerda ni quién es
Tal vez, tal vez fue por amor y dolor
Que se perdió entre las drogas y el alcohol
Ayer, ayer vi llorando a una mujer
Era su madre que no sabe de él
Vagando lo ven, sin control ni temor
Respirando una bolsa con resistol

He Left (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

Listen out of pity, damn reality
Let it flow in one go
He doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want to know more about this life
Help him
It's not his destiny, he doesn't value his life
Damn street that has him, devours him
They are sensations that make your heart ache
His mother cries, his mother cries

Damn poverty, I don't know where it will end
Because he doesn't stop, he doesn't want, he doesn't let himself be helped
His family abandoned him, didn't want to fight
Only his mother cries for him and doesn't see him wander
Fly, fly, he's looking for a way out
He carries the guilt and it's so painful
He just wants to feel on top
The vagabond dies, he has no life

He left, he left, his flight didn't land
He doesn't even remember who he is
Maybe, maybe it was for love and pain
That he got lost among drugs and alcohol
Yesterday, yesterday I saw a woman crying
It was his mother who doesn't know about him
Wandering they see him, without control or fear
Breathing from a bag of glue

He went out to the street, he disappeared
His family lost him, didn't even notice
At night wandering, looking for his dose
He has even forgotten his name, his mother is crying
Wondering when the day he returns will be
Maybe it was the sadness or maybe it was the poverty, what do I know
His lost innocence walks aimlessly, looking for a way out
Suffering from hunger and the cold night
His sister still sees her crying

Tears and pain from his family
Automatically feels that panic is killing him
It's logical that he doesn't land due to so much toxic poison
Thinner and with a blank mind
Drugged on the floor, lying in a bad state, intoxicated
His wounds have not healed
When will he return, where will he be
When will he come back, when will he return
When will it be, when will it be, when will it be

Flying he left, he left, he left, his flight didn't land
He doesn't even remember who he is
Maybe, maybe it was for love and pain
That he got lost among drugs and alcohol
Yesterday, yesterday I saw a woman crying
It was his mother who doesn't know about him
Wandering they see him, without control or fear
Breathing from a bag of glue

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