Muchachones

Ah listen
From the house of terror
Maybe you'll understand many things
The day you lack the smile

Because without joy
A human being is nothing
There's nothing

You have to see these guys
Who say they are
More mafiosos than Capone
Who act as they do
But in the end they don't do anything

You have to see these guys
Who say they are
More mafiosos than Capone
Who act as they do
But in the end they don't do anything

Sometimes I believe
That I am or was a kind of Martian
Who crossed very distant and far horizons
To reach this planet and tell the human
That souls cannot be touched with hands

Brother for what reason does a thought divide us
Why also in the name of peace are we violent
Where hatred is born, feelings die
Don't judge my appearance without knowing me inside

We are an energy trapped in a body with form
We are born perfect, time deforms us
No one looks in the mirror and is satisfied with what they see
You can stretch your skin but not your mind when it's short

If in vain they continue killing and building walls
The earth with so much war will not be a safe place
If today hands build the destruction of the future
The sun will one day go out and our universe will be dark

The trees not even in photos
The animals neither
The dreams dead and broken
The survivors few

With all that we have and
We are still not satisfied
There will be no hearts
But devices behind our chests

Talk to me about money as little as possible
How much do you need for your life to be amazing
A jet, a mansion with two or three convertibles
There's nothing like being alive and feeling free

I go my simple path with shine and without garment
So don't pretend, dude
Comparing your shit with mine would be a huge mistake
Because your lyrics hit but they are empty

I'm not here to compete, I'm here to take off your blindfold
Don't be offended by what I'm going to tell you
You need imagination, not hatred to transmit
Because there are children who want to be what they usually hear

Sooner or later we pay for our mistakes
Your music encourages minors to use weapons and drugs
Mothers crying, suffering, and putting flowers
While you sell a false image, inflators

What does it matter what you move, how elegant you look
How much you produce per year and how many awards you get
In my room, diamonds don't rain on me
But my soul is calm and ready to rise one day

Let death take me, I'm ready
That from the other side I plan to write other records
I will talk to Can, he will recognize me with the handkerchief
And the song we didn't make on earth, we will make it in heaven

You have to see these guys
Who say they are
More mafiosos than Capone
Who act as they do
But in the end they don't do anything

You have to see these guys
Who say they are
More mafiosos than Capone
Who act as they do
But in the end they don't do anything

What message do they give to consciences
Power, abuse, dollar, or love for existence
They kill with the weapon you sell them
So our perfect society sinks
In violence and does not transcend

My opinion is transparent, my conscience not entirely
Because I too have made mistakes in some way
My career has been high and has taken a leap into the mud
Many pretend I don't exist but they know my nickname

I'm disgusted by people who talk to you out of interest
Who exploit you, use you, and don't remember afterwards
Who criticizes and judges another without knowing how they are
It disgusts me that you measure me by my shoes on my feet

I'm not against anyone, buddy
But remember, partner, that our daughters will be women
I'm neither a priest nor a saint, so you know
But I won't be the one to humiliate her with her art

I bet you don't know how to make music from the heart
Hit without talking about sex with a good song
Get rid of all that shit and stop acting tough
Because you're so pretty that you want to look like a fag

A liposuction, nails, botox, eyelashes
Plastic surgery, some buttocks that accompany you
Hair, glasses, silicone tits
And I ask you, lady, when will you use your brain

You have to see these guys
Who say they are
More mafiosos than Capone
Who act as they do
But in the end they don't do anything

You have to see these guys
Who say they are
More mafiosos than Capone
Who act as they do
But in the end they don't do anything

Normal, buddy, without talking so much
Ice and encouragement
Guys, ice and encouragement