Entre Avenidas y Aceras

This is the story of that boy
Of a marginalized boy
Who always got A's
And without friends by his side

He had a dream
The dream of being popular
The student without friends
Who one day started smoking

He easily made friends
But he did it at a high price
His studies went bad
But it doesn't matter, he filled the void

He felt inside
Bad influences
Lead you down the wrong path
You changed a lot

You deceived your destiny
The naive boy continued
With joints for fun
Laughs with friends

It all ended in addiction
The white horse
Caught him in its web
Prostitution, drugs, alcohol

Were his only feats
A boy capable of killing
Just for a gram
You lost your life and
Turned it into chaos

Your life was unfortunate
And now no one loves you
You sold your family
For 4 green papers
Now no one cares about you
You lost your friends
And between debts and debts

You only gained enemies
A matter of time to feel
That your life was shit
Always lying in the park

Between avenues and sidewalks
You are alone and the hardest part
Is living in solitude
To earn your daily bread

Now you have to steal
Juvenile delinquent
Where will your steps take you
If you tried to do better

And the attempt failed
You run, cars pass, you hear
Sirens in the background
Slowly getting closer

That spotlight reflected you
Red and blue lights
Agents search you
It's time to run

If they catch you, they confiscate your freedom
They put their handcuffs on you
Straight to the police station
You were booked first

Contact with the police
One day in a cell
Lack of strength
I know you can't do anything now
With your life being between 4 walls

This is the story of that boy
Of a run over boy
Drowned in tears and dreams
A disoriented kid

Fantasies, nightmares
Between avenues and sidewalks
Wake up and leave behind
All your false sorrows

This is the story of that boy
Of a run over boy
Drowned in tears and dreams
A disoriented kid

Fantasies, nightmares
Between avenues and sidewalks
Wake up and leave behind
All your false sorrows

Reflect, propose to change
Your life if it's not too late
When leaving the juvenile center
Go make amends

With those who loved you
And you turned your back on them
Move forward, maybe now
Hope will ignore you

Your childhood, a bad memory
That you will try to forget
Try to fix it now
There are no shoulders to cry on

Go talk, fix things with
Your family
You arrive late, your family is not there
Landscapes changed

Years passed, you lived
And coexisted without work
In the streets full of hatred
Always with low spirits

Now that you are older
You wanted to erase the past
You need help
Recognize, you are finished

Don't give up, keep looking
Those who seek, find
Many years already
Wandering with zero answers

You drink from hot springs
You feed on garbage
You live 24 hours
You walk dark streets

Always in the same neighborhood
You know every street
You know every corner
Every bench, every detail

At night you are afraid
That a gang member will come out
That they can beat you
Stone you for being a lowlife

You are exhausted and hopeful
To find a job
You sleep under tunnels
And at ten degrees below zero

You are strong and weak at the same time
Just another passenger going
In the opposite direction
Looking for the right path

No one gave you anything
Not even 7 measly cents
Unfortunate nomad friend
Always with setbacks

Everyone laughs at you
Kids make fun of you
And you are fed up
Anyway

You will never see the sky
You are tired, exhausted
You are ready to give up
To give up already
To end your sad soul

You hanged yourself and woke up
From that deep coma
It all turned into a long dream
Boy, this is your return to the world

This is the story of that boy
Of a run over boy
Drowned in tears and dreams
A disoriented kid
Fantasies, nightmares
Between avenues and sidewalks
Wake up and leave behind
All your false sorrows

The story of that boy
Of a run over boy
Drowned in tears and dreams
A disoriented kid
Fantasies, nightmares
Between avenues and sidewalks
Wake up and leave behind
All your false sorrows