Pase Lo Que Pase

Norick

Ask where he stayed
He asks when death passed through his house
He asks about his life and looks at his body sunk in the
Half of the head
And he wonders if he is just another dead person and death asked for him
Taking joy
You can still see her sister crying
Everyone is wondering who but no one can answer
Until I have iron in my hand from the port
Now he is a ghost who lives painted on a wall
The same one who wanders around the neighborhood
He is not calm because he sees her walking with another man
For which he killed himself without thinking twice
And where are they going?
When for a silly reason those you love the most leave
I ask where they will go
It's one less in the neighborhood and one more to remember
That little by little my people are fading away
But they are almost always the ones who don't deserve it
Death is of an innocent person, people know it
But nobody says who took it
A heart breaks, a mother's tears
Blood on his hands and the father doesn't understand
Remember that life has no value
And he cries out to the sky, "You better pick me up, my lord."

Whatever happens today
Always with your memories in my mind in my heart
I will take you
Wherever you want me to go
I think differently is that death is now present

Tell me where those who disappeared are
Those who did not return
Those who dressed in uniform
Where are those who are no longer here, soldier Juan?
A bullet passed through their body with the sound of a
They are stories like my cousin glory
That his body does not appear but his memory remains
5 year old girl whose breathing is already agonizing (agonizing)
The body is found but is wrapped in newspaper
Life is a grave that fate prepares for you
The dead woman is in the hand of the man who shoots
A father waiting for his son who lives in the city
But the next day he will pick it up at the morgue
I can count hours, days and even calendars
I live and no one knows if you will fall into cemeteries
Like my friend Mario who played at being a hitman
He even killed his brother and took it seriously
Many lives are lost and the statistics are counted
For the police, one more file in ballistics
The list grows and so does the debauchery
Like that child who is beaten at home and feels alien
He puts the brakes on me and makes the decision by taking out the gun
His father in the drawer
His tombstone now reads: My son, we love you
If death allows us, one day we will see each other

Whatever happens today
Always with your memories in my heart
I will take you
Wherever you want me to go
I think differently is that death is now present

Where they go (where)
Tell me where the souls go
That get lost on the path of life
Where are they going (tell me where they are going)
They stop the pulse and others by impulse for the couch
Sorrows that are told in the corner (in the corner)
Beware of the fog, death is coming
By the wax
Young student dies in shooting
Another gang mess that will appear in the newspaper
Life fades away like cigarette smoke
A madman shooting from a car
Another life lost under the grey sky
You can't be happy when people die from a slip
As a frame that dreamed of being a drug dealer traveling by boat
And forget the sorrows of your room but every time
Parta is already feeling fed up
And his withered heart is heading for a heart attack (heart attack)
You're on sale like Berta (like Berta)
I know he lies down in one bed but wakes up in another
It's been 14 years and he's already lost his childhood
He disappears on a Friday and doesn't return for two or three
Collecting unimportant loves, rumors
For minors without fears and without values
Wandering in each city for the future to become
In a graffiti

Whatever happens today
Always with your memories in my heart
I will take you
Wherever you want me to go
I think differently, death is present