Mesías De Vallecas

He boasted of learning through beatings
He wanted to be smarter than life
He threw a couple of knives at fear
And stabbed them, one per knee
He's never been seen kneeling
In the neighborhood they call him messiah
Because his body is full of nails
And in his heart there are only thorns
His soul, he threw it from the eighth floor
While he, on the terrace
Remained with less life
Than that flowerpot that was
From a male
From a marijuana plant
And among shit and cops
He forged himself as a bandit
He was the most feared in his neighborhood
Skull of the silver and in the bar
You may not see him again
Through the streets of Madrid
Walking through Vallecas
With his huge scar
Biting the sidewalk
How fucked up life is
How fucked up is the life of those who don't want to live
He became a close cousin of destiny
So as to never pull the cart
Why work if it's already written
His present and immediate future
He always killed his feelings
Kidnapping his life in a dungeon
A full life in his failures
That weighed a lot even if it was
Empty
His soul, he threw it from the eighth floor
While he, on the terrace
Remained with less life
Than that flowerpot that was
From a male
From a marijuana plant
And among shit and cops
He forged himself as a bandit
He was the most feared in his neighborhood
Skull of the silver and in the bar
You may not see him again
Through the streets of Madrid
Walking through Vallecas
With his huge scar
Biting the sidewalk
How fucked up life is
How fucked up is the life of those who don't want to live
You may not see him again
Through the streets of Madrid
Walking through Vallecas
With his huge scar
Biting the sidewalk
How fucked up life is
How fucked up is the life of those who don't want to live
He who lives on borrowed time
What does life hold for him
Nothing good, nothing more
Than a sad farewell
That in the fish square
Just like in life
If you're not sharp
Your food rots and
He who lives on borrowed time
What does life hold for him
Nothing good, nothing more
Than a sad farewell