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Stay by the side of those who want to see you well
Want you standing, my friend
You stay by the side of those who don't want you
To put the sky in works again

Stay by the side of those who want to see you well
Want you standing, my friend
You stay by the side of those who don't want you
To put the sky in works again

Everything I do goes wrong
I'm going to end up chaining myself
I know the wit that hunger gives
I don't write for an award, truth be told
The soup has to be heated
The clothes you wear don't make you rap
The mouth you have making you a liquid ear
Belongs to someone who knows how to be

You're not a gypsy if you're born non-gypsy
You haven't worked if you don't have calluses
What are you doing being born in Albacete
And speaking with a Paraguayan accent
You're human if you're hurt
If you miss those years
Lose the fear of what's far away
And get on the back of your horse

What awaits you will be a secret
Different for each subject
I had written over 20 topics
Before starting to play tetris
They put respect in the background
Now they all turn out to be from the ghetto
They want me to arrive to perform miracles
Like Jared Leto did in The Walking Dead

I'm content with bread on the table
And that smile when you return
Or iron my shirt collar
And bother you to see if you'll kiss me
Everything foreign gives me laziness
I'm going to spice up another cigarette
Sorry for giving you so many headaches
Mom, I'm going to straighten up

I'm going to think of myself always
I'm too demanding
I want to go back to the past and be able to pass
All the ones I failed in September
Everyone knows my strength
I'm a source of intermittent torrent
I let the current in
I don't follow fashion, I'm independent

In case I'm missing tomorrow
Save me a seat in the box
Leave my photo in its frame
In case I come back from the dead in a leap
You can't sink a ship
When it's not sailing
I think you're exaggerating
Because not even the demon of life knows so much

Stay by the side of those who want to see you well
Want you standing, my friend
You stay by the side of those who don't want you
To put the sky in works again

Stay by the side of those who want to see you well
Want you standing, my friend
You stay by the side of those who don't want you
To put the sky in works again