La Noche

[Ruzto]
They are vandals for making the art of the night
Several years have passed and the cold still knows me
As I arrive home and see through the fogged window
An old sky sleeping with the naked moon in bed

Faithful companion of sweet nostalgia
Of love and madness, of rooftops and paintings
Of passion and kisses, only seen by her
Teaching the street, master of rebellious felines counting stars

While my body flies in its clouds
I discover in her that I had to be awake to meet her
Goosebumps on your legs, awake darkness
Short dribble on the track as the fog falls

A new world begins for no one
Where each and every one of us are equal, the law of walking attentively
In Medellín I exchanged my sadness for old records
Staying up all night, I understood that I had to dream awake

[Kaztro]
This nocturnal route with mental kilometers
Is my story, an avenue without pedestrian bridges
Death, always remembered by life
With the luck that the night is never asleep

I have been alone, yes
Or what is by my side has tamed the disguise
So dark in my internal joy
I unveil anxieties with reviews, in case I forget

Since the unexpected believed the star
The full moon fills my confidence, and that is not taught
I raised my voice, the curtains are no longer intact
Because their dreams scattered like cockroaches

Shadows speak, the horn answers
The guard better sleeps lacking a shotgun
And this night limps, in case you are lost
I face it like the host who has traveled it

Today we saw each other early
We walked and didn't speak
We will meet again
The night and I alone

Today we saw each other early
We walked and didn't speak
We will meet again
The night and I alone

[Gambeta]
When everyone sleeps, this is like a mortals' pantheon
After midnight, the world is ours, they are astral journeys
For asphalt sailors, so many
Technologies are not needed to see sunsets

Among illegal pleasures
Indigents, good and villains at this hour we are all the same
Inhabitants of the depths
They gave us more nights than days, not to mention opportunities

Graffiti stains the walls with truths
It is the pursued art and its intimacies
Insomnia students with clandestine sponsorship
We go wandering thoughts like pilgrims

The street read me stories since I was a child
Now I write a few, my blood is on the parchment
Aerophonicos, Alcolirykoz are a hammer
If you don't know what it's for, it's because you've never worked, cousin

[Takuma]
Love for what you feel like the end of Whole train
I lock myself in and break your head like a drug on your face
There's nothing new in this game unless you press play
This is legend like Hendrix in sixty-three, well

New samples that wake me up part of this life
The one that never stops, even if tours destroy you
Come and tell me the name of your artist
If what interests me is the calm that they envy so much

I live calmly in my world like Alice's
I lock myself in and my nerves atrophy when I read and nothing rhymes
Sometimes you don't even inspire, sometimes you don't even look
Sometimes I walk you so much, that the problems are forgotten

Life, I could change it in the phrase
And in hurting you without talking about the street
But I'm not one of those, my music is your air
Like that inspiration I love, even if it comes late