Pase Lo Que Pase

Norick

Ask where it stayed
Ask when death passed by his house
Ask about his life and look at his body sunk in the
Middle of the head
And wonders if he's just another dead man and death asked for him
Taking away joy
You can still see his sister crying
Everyone wonders who but no one can answer
Until I have iron in my hand from the port
Now he's a ghost living painted on a wall
The same one who wanders haunting the neighborhood
He's not calm because walking with another he sees her
For whom he killed without thinking
And where do they go
When for a silly reason those you love the most go away
I wonder where they will go
It's one less in the neighborhood and one more for memory
Little by little my people fade away
But it's almost always those who don't deserve it
Death is of an innocent, people know it
But no one says who took him
A heart breaks, mother's tears
Blood on her hands and father doesn't understand
Remember that life has no value
And shouts to the sky better pick me up my lord

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

Tell me where those who disappeared are
Those who didn't come back
Those who wore uniforms
Where are they, those who are no longer with soldier Juan
A bullet passed through them with the sound of a
These are stories like my cousin Gloria
Whose body doesn't appear but her memory remains
5-year-old girl whose breath is already agonizing (agonizing)
The body is found but wrapped in newspaper
Life is a grave that fate prepares for you
Death 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 be picked up at the morgue
Hours, days, and calendars are counted
Alive no one knows if you will fall into cemeteries
Like my friend Mario who played at being a hitman
Until he killed his brother and took it seriously
Many lives are lost and the statistics are counted
For the police another file in ballistics
The list grows and so does the frenzy
Like that child who, beaten at home, feels alien
It stops me and makes the decision to take out his father's gun from
His 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 my mind on your memories in my heart
I will take you
Wherever you want me to go
I think differently now that death is present

Where do they go (where)
Tell me where the souls go
That are lost on the path of life
Where do they go (tell me where they go)
Pulse stops and others by impulse to the couch
Sorrows that are counted on the corner (on the corner)
Beware of the fog that death is approaching
By the wax
Young student dies in a shootout
Another gang mess that will appear in the newspaper
Life disappears like cigarette smoke
A madman shooting from a car
Another life lost under the gray sky
You can't be happy when people die from a slip
Like Marco who dreamed of being a drug dealer traveling by boat
And forgetting the sorrows of his room but every time he
Leaves he feels fed up
And his withered heart marches towards a heart attack (heart attack)
You're on sale like Berta (like Berta)
Who lies in one bed but wakes up in another
She's 14 years old and has already lost the girls
She disappears on a Friday and doesn't return in two or three
Collecting loves without importance the rumors
For the minors without fears and without values
Wandering in every city for the future to become
In a graffiti

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