Nadie se atreve

I don't know why nobody dares.
Tell me why nobody dares anymore
To do what fills them.
Nobody dares anymore.
And I don't know why nobody dares.
Oh, tell me why nobody dares anymore
To do something decent, something musical.

And what do you think?
What were you expecting to hear from me?
I'm not one of those people who sing
and don't think or feel or see, no.
I know how to do it, I know how to express myself
The muse is my reason for being.
I only know how to create, true to my senses, nothing commercial.

And I don't know why nobody dares.
Tell me why nobody dares anymore
To do what fills them.
Here, nobody dares anymore.
And I don't know why nobody dares.
Tell me why nobody dares anymore
To do something decent, something musical.

Although, there is, there is a scene, there is a scene
That doesn't buy into commercial crap
And doesn't base its muse on selling you, no,
Just on expressing without fear of giving an opinion
About what's happening and what needs to change
Believing in pure art and staying real.

Why does nobody dare.
I don't know why nobody dares anymore
To do what fills them.
Here, nobody dares anymore.
And I don't know why nobody dares.
Tell me why nobody wants anymore
To do something decent, something musical.

Why is there so much pop, lollypop, pop corn?
Pop your shirt, pop your pants, sugary pop, pink pop in an ice cream.
There's so much pop that I've vomited pop.
It's not cracker pop, short imagination
So many images and the mind no longer matter.
And who can stand it?
I don't know, only those who spend all day sitting
watching so much pop, lolly pop, pop corn.
Pop your shirt, pop your pants, pop, a deception.
Pop really hurts me.
There's so much pop that I vomit pop bubblegum.
Pop doesn't mix with (hip hop)
Not with reggae, not with jazz, not with soul.
I don't lean towards that side.
Pop sounds packaged to me.

We need music.
We need real music.

Because nobody wants to be, nobody wants to say.
Generalizing is not good but I can't stand this feeling anymore.
That there is so much good music
And what is heard daily, it's not worth it, it's not worth it
And that it sells, it makes me feel ashamed.
That real music has to struggle and sweat
While those who pose, and only pose,
Waste to show off and pretend
We need real music.

I don't know why nobody dares.
Tell me why nobody dares anymore
To do what fills them.
Here, nobody dares anymore.
And I don't know why nobody dares.
Tell me why nobody wants anymore
To do something decent, something musical.