Bolero de La Vida

Dancing the boleros, the boleros of life
The mourning of the souls lost in the escape
The dance of death under the moonlight
Freestyle, marijuana in the thick fog

The bolero of life sounds in the darkness while dancing
The Moon to the rhythm of this school
I recognize, I recognize my cradle cradle
Of the man who overwhelms one by one the doubts
There is none like the cradle that provided its blanket
The cradle of fauna, flora, cumbia singing
Innate warriors in the concrete jungle
That between good and bad they earned respect
Among the heat of the winter city
Giving the devil a taste of hell
Children believe themselves to be men and their affection dies
Three hares on top and hairless testicles
Such cold glances between the law of the knife
The law of rust that has claimed so many crooks
This is my little bolero among flying boleros

A dream that I sell to the humble dreamers
Look in the mirror and ask who you are
Ask if you are a victim of other people's thinking

3 simple words, the underground lives

And by legendary entities after the years
Those who strive to maintain the essence survive
And they enter day and night into the school of dementia

The bolero of life sounds in the darkness
While the Moon dances to the rhythm of this school
The bolero of life sounds in the darkness
While the Moon dances to the rhythm of this school

Make way for the bolero of life
Set of elements inspiring new melodies
From my cultivated, mistreated and eliminated roots
Finally trying to make them last forever

Since they were children, dancing the bolero for them
Of tracks the neighborhoods of limit nor the hills

Because rolling is what remains from now on
Managing to achieve goals today and God willing, next year's goals

But not thinking of always doing it alone
And I don't limit myself to representing just one area either
I represent neighborhood rap, real and street rap
She is a female talent, from Colombia and from all over the world

My bolero for you so that you can dance it live and take cocaine from the sidewalks
Practically leafy trees without roots
And despisers of our own country
Strengthened with expensive military bases
And even children are dying of hunger and there are precarious
Birth conditions

Honestly, we have all danced the same bolero
Already fed up to the gills of seeing the same thing on the news
We are still in the ring
But we are still in the ring dancing the bolero for them
We are still in the ring
But we are still in the ring dancing the bolero for them

The bolero of life sounds in the darkness
While the Moon Dances
At the pace of this school
While the Moon Dances
At the pace of this school