Quemando Hierro

(I'm going to hang up the gloves when)
Hey!

I'm going to hang up the gloves when the one
Who made me put them on doesn't even breathe
When they look at me and agonize begging for peace
When the hand that bit makes their neck turn
Giving free rein to a please, it won't happen again
So much pile of shit that the father of pure earth
Made this rosebush forge based on thorns
If life is hard, if with mature blows
Said by cowards who don't know what it's like to rise

Work from sunup to sundown
day 30 and the count at zero
Between four walls, health in an ashtray
Things I could tell, would burn even the iron
So that you come to tell me: What is true
I could kiss the ground 20 times more
I would hear from their side an I love you
I wouldn't lack the desire to stay but
I set a goal: Touch the ground with my feet
Time is running out for those who live halfway
That's why I always look for more
Regardless of what they put a price on everything
Only explanations are left for everyone
And regret not being able to achieve the goals imposed on us
I'm as pure as water, kid
I get lost in burning water like Nemo
And even though it's hard for me, I always find an oar
To make the bass drum, skill in the snare, madness in the tempo
Tranquility in solitude and stability in her breasts
Hey!

That the king will never give up the throne
The whore doesn't fuck for free
The junkie doesn't give if the monkey appears
The politician doesn't deliver if there's no gold
The pirate is not a pirate without his leg, the hook, and the parrot's advice
Don't act like a king if you're a fool
Of the mafia if you haven't pulled off a robbery
More than the kid you stole a balloon from years ago
Don't act like you've been through everything
When you don't know what it's like to lose
To those who were always side by side (wooo)

The war of the rich, misery for the poor
Resentment and envy natural to man
Stepping on each other for the sake of a name
He who has balls doesn't speak behind
And then hides behind another
You don't know what it's like to be alive when you cry
Think that maybe you're dead when you laugh
That in bad times minutes turn into hours
Good minutes are only lived for a day (yeah)

Know the south and look for the north to find yourself later
If you want to boast and say it was just a game
That you're God smoking and the devil giving you fire
They'll tell you: Pinocchio change your disguise for a new one (! Yes!)
Complaining just to complain is what's in vogue today
For me, not even San Quentin would cut off a finger
And I don't hit myself against my door because I know that if
One day I walk alone, I'll only count on my ego
They taught you to share, respect, learn to be happy
Fight for your future, grow, how to be
But they give you a cell phone, you buy the new GTA
You go out on the street, smoke that shit and what to do
Blame your father, blame yourself, or the system
Blame the education system or the one who teaches
That the vegan eats animal shit
That in the end even the paper the hippie smokes comes from wood
It's people! Defending things they don't even understand in the end
It's like giving four legs to a snake
Like teaching a worm a tooth
Like showing a steak to a lion and giving it to him when he feels it (yeah!)

The war of the rich, misery for the poor
Resentment and envy natural to man
Stepping on each other for the sake of a name
He who has balls doesn't speak behind
And then hides behind another
You don't know what it's like to be alive when you cry
Think that maybe you're dead when you laugh
That in bad times minutes turn into hours
Good minutes are only lived for a day (yeah)
(What, what, what)
(Only lived for a day, hey!)
(Hey!)