Noches En Bcn (con zpu)

Nights In Bcn (feat. ZPU)

Yeah. The Golden Man, Nach. They are nights in my city, yeah

Wonderful city where battles are fought every day. A sea to get lost in and a vast majority that navigates between walls. Myopia in the city of Barcelona, where traffic jams among works are the evil. On the Litoral round or in the Detal, festival of cultures and classes. Time is money, so never be late, or the flashes, gases will knock you down

Looking at the horizon you see the clouds, bison coats that indicate who is getting on the bandwagon. Corrupt politicians disguise waste, I see it and it tears me apart. I pass by that decaying Barna, where the rich are immune, there are also those who are immune and those whom love unites. In that marina bench without obeying any doctrine, artists on corners seeking fortune

And I walk alone, observe everything and enjoy it. Sometimes so uncomfortable, I feel tiny in this swarm of contrasts where the sun can be in mourning. I'm the boss of the streets and bars. Here everything is infinite, every heartbeat is a shout. Every feat, a milestone; every creator, a myth. Every night in Barcelona is a crime and a pleasure. Under the feet of Lucifer. Do you want to see it?

If the night overwhelms us, two drunks in the city; Nach and ZPU, no alcohol can bring us down; only long early mornings, spotlights like emeralds, the love of family covering our backs when the city rests

Luxuries and contrasts will make you feel free. Without reflections and contrasts, the gift of the unpredictable. Party, fantasy, the night serves as an irresistible guide; another proof that here everything is possible. Every dawn the adventure is served, and every sunrise seeing how the city looks at us. Your life, my life, your life, my life. The end is so far away, sips of rap inspire us

BCN, what does it have? This raw and square city, that loves or hurts you when it wants. Today I fly in the night life, with or without May, under this spot life, I let another night wait for me. I keep tickets and love decisions; street manifesto. Barna and its streets will do the rest. Do you want to live without limits? Come, the temptation of pleasure. Take your ticket to enter Eden. You can get lost in dreamy nightclubs with designer ladies, float on a Caribbean cocktail

And even though our fame sometimes tastes like lead, wherever we all go, they know who we are. In the street they sell beer in soup as you walk, Nigerian women blow broken kisses on the Ramblas. Bands of cops, there won't be any signs of affection, scared Japanese with Ronaldinho shirts. We have the antidote, unmistakable, we enter Otto even with torn tracksuits. MC's idols, a photo and they are satisfied, others chat if the coke transforms them

Those who want to compete, I let them lose with Goldman, they obstruct, they will suffer psychosis like Norman. Sips, contacts, spasms, Erasmus girls, others stretched like a cactus. Hippies playing frisbee, expert pickpockets. Here even beggars are artists. Rastas in Barcelona with an intellectual gesture, tourists, jugglers in the Raval

Do you want progress and excess? Dive in here. Barcelona is like this, call it 'the place to be'. I leave the club walking cool, another night in Bcn for the lazy school. From club to club, peeing tequila with Red Bull, improvising in the car when the sky is already blue. Nights in Barcelona. Two, double zero, six. My brother, ZPU; my man, Nach; golden ink, major art

Luxuries and contrasts will make you feel free. Without reflections and contrasts, the gift of the unpredictable. Party, fantasy, the night serves as an irresistible guide; another proof that here everything is possible. Every dawn the adventure is served, and every sunrise seeing how the city looks at us. Your life, my life, your life, my life. The end is so far away, sips of rap inspire us

Yeah, it's The Golden Man, the wonderful city. My man Nacho. They are nights in Barcelona sharing friendships