Salsa² (remix) (feat. Lia Kali)

I know my place but I don't have the strength
Not for the homeland nor to build barriers
Open a damn book that you don't even know what you're waving
If you vote by principles not by money in your wallet

Life sometimes weighs with what you carry
We must change things so they are different
We must support each other
I've also been labeled a groupie, mate

Mixing feelings as usual
Focused on the person and not on how they enlighten me (bad)
I'm searching until it scares
I swear this streak can't be handled by anyone

Tired of this story even if they try to
Sell it to me so they can later deny it
Tell me who lifts you up and I'll tell you who you are
They will make you learn to know what you want

With Mandela eyes here you have me
Drawing my own path among their assets
To be able to grow I distance myself from other flowers
To you, four kids, to me, the elders respect me

Squeezing out the juice
When I do what I feel I make mistakes, that's why I ask (you know')
Not a crow splashing me
I pay for what's cool and don't wait to be invited

With salsa we fight better
We won't fall again, no
With so many hours of pain
My sisters won't cry anymore, no

They were waiting for me and I was dressed in flowers
Simple ones from my mom's womb that I inherited
Calculating my whole life due to lack of luck
I don't have time or the desire to love you strongly

And then you sing to me that it hurts
And I walk around with my inspiring flame
I want you for a moment, a brief moment
Then I don't want you to come and tell me why (why)

That the morning is cured by the sampling of air
Balance that I don't have and I long for them to give me
I'm not easy and even less since you saw me
Since those black eyes have gone a hundred thousand feet

The tough hand for those who want and don't toughen up
I don't want you to dance for me if you don't listen to me sing
In the middle of the Thames, sweating to cook
This is coming hot and I'm flowing for the drag, baby

It tastes so much like art
I want you for so little that I just want to write to you
Everything is fine until I start to portray you
I give them a couple of turns and there's nothing else to do here

I don't get used to being so unstable
But this singing thing pays off from Monday to Monday
If not, why would I be with this singing thing
With this fine, crazy face, about to kill (and what)

With salsa we fight better
We won't fall again, no
With so many hours of pain
My sisters won't cry anymore, no

My sisters won't cry anymore, no
They won't cry
My sisters won't cry anymore