Broken Microphone
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Por soñar soñé, que todo cambiaria
Por pensar pensé, luchar a sangre fría
Sin perder la fe
Viviendo el día a día
más con sentimiento que marco mi sinfonía
Darle pan al que no puede comer
Darle bendición al que sepa renacer
Tres mil errores solemos cometer
Pero solo un gran hombre los sabrá reconocer
Y me di cuenta de tantas cosas
Algunas crudas otras bastantes hermosas
Son los más sabios personas poderosas
No aquellos bastardos que destrozan nuestras prosas
Es la perdición mala situación
De manchar tu corazón; por tu mala acción
Dame una razón para darte mi perdón
Siento que tu alma se consume como el humo de este blunt
Derramo poesía
Arte mensajero que reclamo cada día, pretendo ser sincero
Mai comparto mi alegría con todo caballero
Que mantenga la presión cuando andamos bajo cero
Sentimientos perdidos con calma, malos actos mancharon tu alma
No pide perdón quien dispara el arma
No sabe que un ladrón se bate con el Karma
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken Microphone
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
I dreamed to dream, that everything would change
I thought to think, to fight cold-blooded
Without losing faith
Living day by day
more with feeling that marked my symphony
Giving bread to those who can't eat
Giving blessing to those who know how to be reborn
We tend to make three thousand mistakes
But only a great man will know how to recognize them
And I realized so many things
Some harsh, others quite beautiful
The wisest are powerful people
Not those bastards who destroy our prose
It's the bad situation's damnation
To stain your heart; for your bad action
Give me a reason to give you my forgiveness
I feel your soul is consumed like the smoke of this blunt
I spill poetry
Art messenger that I claim every day, I intend to be sincere
I share my joy with every gentleman
Who keeps the pressure when we are below zero
Lost feelings calmly, bad deeds stained your soul
He who shoots the gun does not ask for forgiveness
Doesn't know that a thief battles with Karma
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon
Escrita por: Sergi Pouget