Sigue

It's 8 in the morning and I don't feel like writing
Maybe it's because of the problems, the street with all its dramas
But I read a message from a girl who had cancer
Who says she heals by listening to my music
I tell my son not to stay on the branch
Not because others smoke, he smokes marijuana
I assume I consume and smoke what I smoke
But that doesn't mean he'll do the same tomorrow

I ask God to take care of Tota and Maria Eliana
Vila is not my cousin, she is my sister
And my wife, the most beautiful rose
She knows she has a warrior who takes care of her
And loves her

In my country, I see a lot of sick people
And here
I would like to plant a jungle
That's right
For those suffering from a chronic illness
And those with cancer, a little oil herb

They want me to quit but I don't quit
From the lyrics of my songs, I take responsibility
But what do they want me to write, me locked up in Argentina and Chile
At home, they were imposing an embargo

Robertito keep going, don't stay behind
[?] What you write
Makes me want to fight more
As you say, he who fights, achieves
You taught me to dream
Robertito keep going, we will support you

The main thing was to get out of trouble
And the court
Called me antisocial
The material
Didn't matter in the end
And the essential
Now lies in the personal

Sitting on the moon, I contemplate the street
I made songs that endure over time
Freedom for the kids who are in the temple
Now the young ones look at me as an example

It's not too much responsibility
Considering I only have one skill
The only thing I do well is music
It was like a poor kid with a gift on Christmas
My lyrics are based on reality
I tell the kid to take care of his freedom
And I ask God [?]

Robertito keep going, don't stay behind
[?] What you write
Makes me want to fight more
As you say, he who fights, achieves
You taught me to dream
Robertito keep going, we will support you

Keep going!
Like the old times
Elegant art!
Special thanks
To my family and my father
From '98 to 2014