Mesías De Vallecas
Presumia de aprender a palos
quiso ser mas listo que la vida
le tiro al miedo un par de cuchillos
y se los clavo uno por rodilla
nunca se le ha visto arrodillado
en el barrio le llaman mesias
porque tiene el cuerpo lleno clavos
y en su corazon solo hay espinas
su alma,se tiro por el octavo
mientras que el en la terraza
se quedo con menos vida
que aquella maceta que habia
de un macho
de una planta de maria
y entre mierda y policias
se forjo como bandido
fue en su barrio el mas temido
calavera de la plata y en el bar
puede que ya no vuelvas a verlo
por las calles de madrid
paseando por vallecas
con su enorme cicatriz
mordiendo la acera
que puta es la vida
que puta es la vida del que no quiere vivir
se hizo primo hermano del destino
para asi nunca tirar del carro
pa que va currar si ya esta escrito
su presente y futuro inmediato
siempre se cargo a sus sentimientos
secuestrando en un zulo a su vida
una vida plena en su fracasos
que pesaba mucho aunque estuviera
vacia
su alma, se tiro por el octavo
mientras que el en la terraza
se quedo con menos vida
que aquella maceta que habia
de un macho
de una planta de maria
y entre mierda y policias
se forjo como bandido
fue en su barrio el mas temido
calavera de la plata y en el bar
puede que ya no vuelvas a verlo
por las calles de madrid
paseando por vallecas
con su enorme cicatriz
mordiendo la acera
que puta es la vida
que puta es la vida del que no kiere vivir
puede que ya no vuelvas a verlo
por las calles de madrid
paseando por vallecas
con su enorme cicatriz
mordiendo la acera
que puta es la vida
que puta es la vida del que no quiere vivir
el que vive de prestao
que le depara la vidaa
nada bueno nada mas
que una triste despedida
que en la plaza del pescao
igualito que en la vida
si no estas espabilao
se te pudre la comida y
el que vive de prestao
que le depara la vidaa
nada bueno nada mas
que una triste despedida
Messiah of Vallecas
He boasted of learning through beatings
He wanted to be smarter than life
He threw a couple of knives at fear
And stabbed them, one per knee
He's never been seen kneeling
In the neighborhood they call him messiah
Because his body is full of nails
And in his heart there are only thorns
His soul, he threw it from the eighth floor
While he, on the terrace
Remained with less life
Than that flowerpot that was
From a male
From a marijuana plant
And among shit and cops
He forged himself as a bandit
He was the most feared in his neighborhood
Skull of the silver and in the bar
You may not see him again
Through the streets of Madrid
Walking through Vallecas
With his huge scar
Biting the sidewalk
How fucked up life is
How fucked up is the life of those who don't want to live
He became a close cousin of destiny
So as to never pull the cart
Why work if it's already written
His present and immediate future
He always killed his feelings
Kidnapping his life in a dungeon
A full life in his failures
That weighed a lot even if it was
Empty
His soul, he threw it from the eighth floor
While he, on the terrace
Remained with less life
Than that flowerpot that was
From a male
From a marijuana plant
And among shit and cops
He forged himself as a bandit
He was the most feared in his neighborhood
Skull of the silver and in the bar
You may not see him again
Through the streets of Madrid
Walking through Vallecas
With his huge scar
Biting the sidewalk
How fucked up life is
How fucked up is the life of those who don't want to live
You may not see him again
Through the streets of Madrid
Walking through Vallecas
With his huge scar
Biting the sidewalk
How fucked up life is
How fucked up is the life of those who don't want to live
He who lives on borrowed time
What does life hold for him
Nothing good, nothing more
Than a sad farewell
That in the fish square
Just like in life
If you're not sharp
Your food rots and
He who lives on borrowed time
What does life hold for him
Nothing good, nothing more
Than a sad farewell