Lo Que Hay

A paper with your handwriting
A letter in your name
a lot of words
That in the silence they hide

A band of faso
Paper and eye drops
To get out of the sunset
Between reason and delirium

And in the street the people
He only experiences misery
"Signs" costs $60
And I don't charge shit

Is that why I speak
And I don't keep my mouth shut?
Could it be that I am bought wrong?
Or am I just another idiot?

The difference between being or not
Condescending in falsehood
Bananas in pajamas
They play in River and Un Segundo
Is it a lot? That much? More than
Too much for your king

I still have the verse from that rock and roll
The one who brought the wind almost for no reason
I have the dream of being what I am
And in the neighborhood the nostalgia of
I was and I will no longer be
I feel time
Like that debtor
Whatever happens
He always prefers to owe me

Winning eleven, essay
Roman goes for the cup
Jessica dances in the pipe
And the minister and his sons
They always go against me

Golden skyscraper
And the terror on earth
So much bomb in the sea
It's killing my race

And at the same moment
In which the tremor is at home
We will understand, maybe
What happens to the other

Do you know about Rosaleland?
What you see, you miss
But the vulture still follows us
Because he is a vulture and a scoundrel
I pray to you singing
Because that's my element
And so I put fear
Where they the wind

I will always come back to see you
For love and because that's how I feel
And in the people and their embrace
I will heal my regret

Look at the sky, be good
Slave (always complain
For having worked)
cry a little
Continue touching
Keep living
Because a devil wanted it that way
Mix of miracle and curse
It's life when it comes to bite