Los Valientes De La Pandilla

Even if you don't believe it, I was someone with fear
The one who could do the least, the one who feared everything, I was always the smallest
Maybe like you, I felt like the least
The weak, fragile, cowardly one, the one no one wanted when they pointed fingers
Being sensitive was hard to accept, for people a weirdo
Not having strength or knowing how to use it placed me so low
And I was born from a great illusion of a world of affection
From the desire to fight and make this world different
And from parents who also made their way little by little
They let me make mistakes and find my own path

Now you know, being a coward is not that
Brave ones grow up and we were only cowards for them
Maybe like you, my strength lies within
Being sensitive is the weapon that speaks the truth even if it hurts inside
Being the smallest was hard to accept, for people a weirdo
Not having strength or knowing how to use it, placed me so low
And I was born from a great illusion of a world of affection
From the desire to fight and make this world different
And from parents who also made their way little by little
They let me make mistakes and find my own path

And the truth is that sometimes we are what people want and point out, they tell you what you are and you alone, you alone are worth more

And I was born from a great illusion of a world of affection
From the desire to fight and make this world different
And from parents who also made their way little by little
They let me make mistakes and find my own path (my own)