De La Vida Como Película, Tragedia, Comedia y Ficción

(That's life, they are)

Life is a journey, not a season
Get your memory out of that prison
I know there are nice memories
But it's not sane to have memories out of obsession

The weather here is like a little boy's pants.
Very short and full of poop
Pack your feelings and carry them in a bag
Until time tells you where they are taken

Life is a journey, not a season
Get your memory out of that prison
Your life is a movie that is just beginning
So lights, camera and action

Hey, we haven't seen each other in a while
A lot has happened since that evening
However, I was waiting for you, although without any desire.
Because I know that in nostalgia you arrive and don't say anything
You get into my bed and you investigate my brain
Until I can no longer ignore you no matter what I do
A lot of time has passed
Lady inspiration, muse and owner of my good feelings

I invite her to have one, to smoke a cigarette
Like children who play at being mature
And like a spell, clean the rage from my chest
With words that when rhymed make me feel satisfied

At least for a little while
Until I wake up from that reality of which I am convicted
Like routine, like doctrines
Like so many things that make me think I'm in ruins

Born, grow, reproduce, die
Well, being alive is not exactly the same as living
I'm going crazy and so much that I wish I hadn't discovered
I feel like I'm a dead person living undercover

Every time my songs are more complicated
Because sometimes I get complicated for nothing
My mind is my worst enemy (ah)
He told me: I will tell you what is a lie
Without thinking about the damage it would do to me

We live training to make money
Studying things that sometimes we don't even want to
Sculpting our bodies to be good and good
Well we know that to see hearts, everyone is blind

Pride and ego
Talking about happiness without even knowing what we want
Everyone wants the best girl, new truck
But what about happiness? As the theme says

I admit that sometimes I get tired of fighting
And I would like to sleep and never wake up
But I remember those moments that several times gave me encouragement
And they make me grateful when I wake up

Life is a boat, a train, a plane
That doesn't stop, life is not a season
Thanks for showing me what I should improve
And know that not everyone should apologize

The world spins more than a drunken spinning top
And those who are above can go down in two
When I die, throw a pencil in the wooden box
And do not let those who do not want to pass in life

Na', help yourself to another one, dear.
Because I feel like I still have a dog inside my chest
Pulling out cables, urinating on the tracks
That connect circulation with my psychology

How have I lived my life?
I treated several whores well and I treated those who loved me badly
I have used drugs just for show
Until I knew the definition of what it means to be real

Sometimes good and sometimes bad
But if I'm sure of something
It's just that they can never send me to the areas where hypocrites must pay their torment.
Because I tell the truth even when I lie

And if I lie it is because I ignore
For speaking without thinking, but never for wanting to fit in with everything
Because I'm not a gold coin
They taught me to be honest so that they will believe me when the wolf comes out

I have an almost empty tube of tears
And I have experiences to fill a river
The past has been trodden, what has been done, forward is forward
And not even to greet my people

Rap is crap when it stops being art
That's partly why I hate being called a rapper.
I am Tirone, AKA Canserbero
Passionate, the guy who makes poetry for the sincere

There are many who find it difficult to prove my work
Because they are so simple that they don't understand a damn
This song is for listening to it drunk
Looking at the floor and silent, like a boy who has just been scolded

They ask me: How do you write those things?
Look brother, my day to day is not rosy
Just as I kiss and make love to the beautiful ones
I have verses that live touching with my prose

Like a coin on the high seas or a needle in a high haystack
I lost my peace of mind from thinking so much
There are my topics made to educate me
By the time I'm on stage, advise me on a retruction.

Think carefully when you come up with an idea
It's not going to be that you are defending false ones and you are cheating
Lights, camera and action, that's life
Tragedy, comedy and fiction

Life is a journey not a season
Get your memory out of that prison
I know there are nice memories
But it's not sane to have memories out of obsession

The time here is like a little boy's pants (yes, yes)
Very short and full of poop
Pack your feelings and carry them in a bag
Until time tells you where they are taken

Life is a journey, not a season (nouh-ouh)
Get your memory out of that prison (wu!)
Your life is a movie that is just beginning
So lights, camera and action

It's sad but true
We know people when we see them for the last time.
Some because they are needed when they left us
And others that move away when we fall into some misfortune

But clean slate
Life is one and the Sun will always rise after it rains
It's a shame that there are things that don't come out of the mind.
And they force you not to see the same as those you thought were worth

But come on, no one is going to wait for you
The world is not going to stop because you feel like this
Sometimes we walk as if two hands on the sides of the face
They will cover what you have next to you

Who knows if someone sees us the same as we see here
Little ants that are laughing when they see how badly we acted
Brother, the earth is a grain, or maybe half a grain
From some desert where we live

We laugh and cry, we fall, we get up
We enjoy the good, we learn from the bad
Obstacles are a piñata that must be dealt with
Even though our eyes are really blindfolded

And I understand why I have also experienced it
The world is full of people who walk without sense
It's hard for you to think that another living being exists.
To the one worth giving your heartbeats

Whether to procreate or make friends
But let's see, we leave just as we were born
Lonely, without jewelry or dresses
Sometimes sick without being able to remember what they experienced

While you listen to me, there are people making love
People waging war, people dying maybe
People asking each other questions and beating their chests
By people who simply don't mind what they've done.

Unstoppable only time like spilled water
Like a stab scar
Finals are bingo
But stop thinking that destiny is like in fairy tales

Try to save what's worth it
And throw away what is no longer useful, throw it away even if it hurts
Worry about yourself and fully enjoy yourself while you can
Because the only sure thing is that you die

Life is a journey, not a season
Get your memory out of that prison
I know there are nice memories
But it's not sane to have memories out of obsession

The time here is like a little boy's pants (yes, yes)
Very short and full of poop
Pack your feelings and carry them in a bag
Until time tells you where they are taken

Life is a journey, not a season
Get your memory out of that prison
Your life is a movie that is just beginning
So lights, camera and action