Se Compone de Amor

I woke up and felt like looking in the darkness
Feeling that you're among the shadows
The more I think about it, the further I move away and leave behind
What for them is rap, because
They don't do it with heart, rhyming just to rhyme
I have the feeling they will change their plan
Because they will see they are increasingly out
Of what this world is
They will try to copy but never me
Because the biribibae is more than a style and voice

It's composed of love, hate, sorrow, and pain
And only when I write do I feel alive
Each note a step forward
With my lyrics as a means of transport
Memories are my only luggage
Which today I carry and take anywhere
I woke up and felt like looking in the darkness
Feeling that you're among the shadows
The more I think about it, the further I move away and leave behind
What for them is rap

Talking just to talk, oh, they make me cry
When will they stop, they ask me why?
They won't understand the explanation but with time they will
They will seek refuge in each of my songs
They will think I'm not alive but they will be wrong
I woke up and felt like looking in the darkness
Feeling that you're among the shadows
The more I think about it, the further I move away and leave behind
What for them is rap, because
They don't do it with heart, rhyming just to rhyme

I have the feeling they will change their plan
Because they will see they are increasingly out
Of what this world is
They will try to copy but never me
Because the biribibae is more than a style and voice
It's composed of love, hate, sorrow, and pain
And only when I write do I feel alive
My love, I ask you to forget our problems
Because time is worth more than all the gold on earth
And now tell me, what do you prefer, making love or war?

I am the owner of dreams that very few dream
They don't do it with heart, rhyming just to rhyme
I have the feeling they will change their plan
Because they will see they are increasingly out
Of what this world is
They will try to copy but never me
Because the biribibae is more than a style and voice
It's composed of love, hate, sorrow, and pain
And only when I write do I feel alive