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That Boy

Santaflow

Aquel Chico

Pasan de repente frases por mi mente
Hace frío y llueve, algo me conmueve
Vuelven a mi memoria el patio el instituto
Vuelve aquel niño soñando ser adulto
No se cuantos inviernos me alejan de aquel chico
Su máxima preocupación, cazar chochitos
He grabado un lp, algo que soñaba el
Pero aquel chico era mucho más feliz, lo se
Por que todo era más fácil para aquel chico rebelde
Por que todo era más grande y a mi nada me sorprende
Por que la felicidad y la ignorancia juntas van por que el
Tiempo va robando cosas que al nacer te dan
El dudaba en mil detalles insignificantes
Pero tuvo claras varias cosas importantes
Testarudo, consejos jamás seguía, no
Tropezaba y caía, si así aprendía
Un inteligente gamberro y mal estudiante
A menudo en clase dejaba el sitio bacante
La calle su otra escuela, amaba el arte urbano
Pintaba en todas partes, su apodo spray en mano
Montaba siempre juerga, apenas sin un duro
Y solo conocía de lejos el lado oscuro
Si entraba ciego a casa intentaba disimular
¡Qué inocente! No eran tontos sus papas

No lo puedes evitar
Siempre miras al pasado
Y aunque creas que es igual
Todo ha cambiado
No podrás recuperar
Lo que el tiempo te ha robado
Solo queda recordar
Hoy que el día esta nublado

Hiperactivo nunca lo vi relajado
Apenas dormía y jamas estaba cansado
Vivió la música, las broncas en su casa y en el barrio
Los días no existían no importaba el calendario
Importaba el reloj, llegaba tarde y castigado
Una vez me contó que se sentía enjaulado, que ironía verdad
Puede sonar tan increíble, yo no puedo dejar de envidiar su alma
Libre, cuanta ilusión, cuantas cosas creía, la vida es dura
Pero el todavía no lo sabia, y es que al abrir los ojos
El cielo es de otro color, hoy siento que los tiempos pasados
Eran mejor, aquel chico feliz tuve que madurar con prisa
Mis lagrimas añoran esos días de sonrisas, no se muy bien cual
Es la razón, no se porque al pisar viejos lugares se me encoje el corazón
No puedo evitar echar la vista atrás
Y aunque pueda parecerlo ya, nada es igual
Noto otro ambiente, todo es diferente
Que le ha pasado a toda esa gente
Todo esta más frío, o tal vez lo parece
Hay muchos mas críos o acaso es que uno crece
Todos sentimos alguna vez melancolía
Se entretienen, disimulan y mañana que?

No lo puedes evitar
Siempre miras al pasado
Y aunque creas que es igual
Todo ha cambiado
No podrás recuperar
Lo que el tiempo te ha robado
Solo queda recordar
Hoy que el día esta nublado

That Boy

Suddenly phrases pass through my mind
It's cold and raining, something moves me
The schoolyard and the institute come back to my memory
That boy dreaming of being an adult returns
I don't know how many winters separate me from that boy
His main concern, chasing girls
I recorded an LP, something he dreamed of
But that boy was much happier, I know
Because everything was easier for that rebellious boy
Because everything was bigger and nothing surprises me
Because happiness and ignorance go together because
Time steals things that are given to you at birth
He doubted in a thousand insignificant details
But he was clear about several important things
Stubborn, he never followed advice, no
He stumbled and fell, that's how he learned
An intelligent troublemaker and a bad student
Often left his seat vacant in class
The street was his other school, he loved urban art
He painted everywhere, his nickname in hand
He always partied, barely with any money
And only knew the dark side from afar
If he came home drunk, he tried to hide it
How innocent! His parents weren't fools

You can't help it
You always look back
And even if you think it's the same
Everything has changed
You can't get back
What time has taken from you
All that's left is to remember
Today when the day is cloudy

I never saw him relaxed, always hyperactive
He hardly slept and was never tired
He lived for music, the fights at home and in the neighborhood
Days didn't exist, the calendar didn't matter
The clock mattered, he was always late and punished
Once he told me he felt caged, what irony, right?
It may sound so incredible, I can't help but envy his soul
Free, so much excitement, so many things he believed, life is tough
But he still didn't know, and when he opened his eyes
The sky was a different color, today I feel that the past times
Were better, that happy boy had to grow up quickly
My tears long for those days of smiles, I don't know very well what
Is the reason, I don't know why my heart tightens when I step into old places
I can't help but look back
And even though it may seem like it, nothing is the same
I sense a different atmosphere, everything is different
What happened to all those people
Everything is colder, or maybe it just seems that way
There are many more kids, or is it that one grows up
We all feel melancholy at some point
They entertain themselves, pretend, and what about tomorrow?

You can't help it
You always look back
And even if you think it's the same
Everything has changed
You can't get back
What time has taken from you
All that's left is to remember
Today when the day is cloudy

Escrita por: Santaflow