Noches En La Platabanda

Nights in the Platanbanda and smoking bamba
Listening to the gunshots released by the underworld
From the heights observing the city, the smoke and writings to change society
Nights in the Platanbanda and smoking bamba
Listening to the gunshots released by the underworld
From the heights observing the city, the smoke and writings to change society
Another night on the rooftop, thinking while high
To get where I am, I've fought against many
Envious people who get angry seeing me doing well, but all their defamation has been in vain
Sometimes I feel empty, I have a depression and if you see me smiling, don't think I'm happy, it's that I've learned to put on a good face in bad times and I believe in myself even if I don't know what I'm doing

I'm not afraid of the truth, that's why I write what I think, smoking quality weed and feeling alive
Up here where even the air is harmful, and my day-to-day is addictive
Nights in the Platanbanda and smoking bamba
Listening to the gunshots released by the underworld
From the heights observing the city, the smoke and writings to change society
Nights in the Platanbanda and smoking bamba
Listening to the gunshots released by the underworld
From the heights observing the city, the smoke and writings to change society
Bricks and light bulbs I see in the panorama, hearing bullets fall along with a mother's cry, they killed my child she says inconsolably but the kid was a troublemaker and that's all he expected
I'm still lying on the roof smoking the branch, watching the sun go down flying without wings, floating feeling the clouds are my pillows, the mind clear, ideas spilled on the notebook and I think life is relative

We borrow it from above and freedom until He decides, don't stop dreaming, let hope remain active
Me smoking marijuana on the rooftops above
Nights in the Platanbanda and smoking bamba
Listening to the gunshots released by the underworld
From the heights observing the city, the smoke and writings to change society
Nights in the Platanbanda and smoking bamba
Listening to the gunshots released by the underworld
From the heights observing the city, the smoke and writings to change society