Apariencias (part. Dani Martín)
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices más
Hay vagabundos aún más cultos que tu profesor
Y hay poetas que nunca se enamoraron
Hay putas con más principios que un gobernador
Y buenas personas que al girarte te devoraron
Hombres presos de sus miedos más oscuros
Otros con la mente libre y el cuerpo entre muros
Tantos padres con mentes adolescentes
Y niños de 14 tan maduros
Algunos con millones en el banco y con manchas en la ropa
Hay rastafaris licenciados en arquitectura
Atletas de elite esnifando coca
Y curas con diablos internos que les murmuran
Unos escarban felices entre basura
Y otros llorando en la torre de su castillo
Hay banqueros que aman tanto la cultura
De artistas que hablan solo del dinero en su bolsillo
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices
No
Que no, que no, que no
No hay un solo color
Es una ilusión
Hay escritores que nunca han pisado un aula
Y he conocido a ladrones de ojos honestos
Hay periodistas sin escrúpulos
También discípulos que saben más que sus maestros
Vi humoristas con profundas depresiones
Y militares de mente inestable y frágil
Discapacitados vivir sin limitaciones
También rapers con discursos tan nazis
Ser policía no te hace ser más legal
Ni estar en la cárcel ser una mala persona
Hay políticos sin mancha en su historial
Y grandes campeones que caen mordiendo la lona
Conocí veranos tristes e inviernos felices
Estuve en paraísos, pero me aburrí
Mi gran amor dejó las peores cicatrices
También tuve rivales que admiré cuando los conocí
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices más
No
Que no, que no, que no
No hay un solo color
Es una ilusión
Piénsalo quién es quién
No me vengas a contar lo que está mal o que está bien
Míranos otra vez
Hay mil mundos bajo el mar de nuestra piel
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices
No
Que no, que no, que no
No hay una verdad
Que no, que no, que no, que no
Todo son apariencias
Que no, que no, que no
No hay un solo color
Es una ilusión
Illusions (feat. Dani Martín)
What are you trying to tell me
I don't listen to what you say
When you start to look
You'll see there are many more nuances
There are bums even more educated than your professor
And poets who never fell in love
There are hookers with more principles than a governor
And good people who devoured you when you turned around
Men imprisoned by their darkest fears
Others with free minds and bodies behind walls
So many parents with teenage minds
And 14-year-old kids so mature
Some with millions in the bank and stains on their clothes
There are rastafarians with degrees in architecture
Elite athletes snorting coke
And priests with internal demons whispering to them
Some happily digging through trash
And others crying in the tower of their castle
There are bankers who love culture so much
From artists who only talk about money in their pocket
What are you trying to tell me
I don't listen to what you say
When you start to look
You'll see there are many nuances
No
That there's not, that there's not, that there's not
There's not just one color
It's an illusion
There are writers who have never set foot in a classroom
And I've met thieves with honest eyes
There are unscrupulous journalists
Also disciples who know more than their teachers
I've seen comedians with deep depressions
And mentally unstable and fragile soldiers
Disabled living without limitations
Also rappers with such Nazi speeches
Being a cop doesn't make you more lawful
Nor being in jail makes you a bad person
There are politicians with no blemish in their history
And great champions who fall biting the canvas
I've known sad summers and happy winters
I've been in paradises, but I got bored
My great love left the worst scars
I've also had rivals I admired when I met them
What are you trying to tell me
I don't listen to what you say
When you start to look
You'll see there are many more nuances
No
That there's not, that there's not, that there's not
There's not just one color
It's an illusion
Think about who's who
Don't come to tell me what's wrong or what's right
Look at us again
There are a thousand worlds under the sea of our skin
What are you trying to tell me
I don't listen to what you say
When you start to look
You'll see there are many nuances
No
That there's not, that there's not, that there's not
There's not one truth
That there's not, that there's not, that there's not, that there's not
It's all illusions
That there's not, that there's not, that there's not
There's not just one color
It's an illusion
Escrita por: Daniel Catalá Martínez / Daniel Martín García / Ignacio Fornés Olmo / Paco Salazar / Sergio Vegara Martinez