Cuando Ya Esté Muerto

Arriving here with nothing
Joe Jazz
Jazz, Joe Jazz
Joe Jazz, Joe Jazz, Jazz
He says
Ah

I miss the old man who dressed in sackcloth
I leave my grandmother served with the banquet
Or those days when you didn't have money
You forgot that you were also broke

What a note it was when we were like brothers
But what a mess that all that was in vain (nah)
That greed left your mind blind
And even though it was you, you don't play with business

I remember you were a coward, and now that I step aside
You pass by making eyes like a sore loser
I know it's fake because I know where they're from
Don't talk about originals from an imitation

I remember the day you said you love me
And now you pour your body on another
I only have left to remember those moments
Because

When I'm already dead
I go without buddies
Without money, nor mom
Nor music, nor fame
Strange, if you love
Because dead
You go without buddies
Without money, nor mom

Nor music, nor fame
Strange, if you love
If you love, ah
Those weren't the days with Miguelito in the countryside
Before cancer and arthritis affected him so much (no)

Nor the memory of my old man and his anecdotes
That turned into prostate problems
Nor were the years of those
Before you sold without knowing that would get you in jail

Or those afternoons that passed by the river
Before cousins turned into uncles
Today that I love you, I write it down
To love you more every time it's heard in this

For those who have gone, I show my pain
Don't wait for holidays to value our own
And if they leave, let's keep a clear head
Or if you leave, know that you weren't a failure

If this is just a shot, I'll live it without disgust
In the end, from here, I'll leave just like I was born

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Like a little egg on the cliff
Ah, ah, ah
Like a drop from that bottle
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Health and love

Because dead
You go without buddies
Without money, nor mom
Nor music, nor fame
Strange, if you love
Because dead

You go without buddies
Without money, nor mom
Nor music, nor fame
Strange, if you love
If you love, you love

When dead
You never miss
There you'll see if you live
Rap of the spirit

La Kantera Records
Joe Jazz
Penyair