Jamming sin fronteras

[Canserbero]
Yeah, Yeah!
Good morning! Excuse the chit-chat, I don't want to bother you, just bringing verses and rhythm
Cheer up for the day and let's not get caught by sleep, it's another beautiful day to make your dreams come true
May everything go smoothly, may you always find the way, may you never lack coffee with bread and faith in your plan
Let that issue be resolved, lovely lady with beautiful hair, let that other thing be solved, hey friend, lift your head up!
Don't get discouraged, things will work out, Mr. collector, you dropped that coin from your wallet
A seat for the pregnant lady, so nothing happens to her, I'll get off at the next stop, no problem!, I accept whatever you offer me, from honest criticism to a smile that costs nothing!
It costs nothing, yeah yeah!
It costs nothing...

[Mcklopedia]
Eh Eh!
I just want the piano to speak, for my voice to accompany it honestly in this, saga that connects a restless youth from the fifth, house, neighborhood, motorcycles, bicycles, vans, subways, squares, boulevards, bars, and buses, they wake up with breakfast, some go to bed without dinner from the night before, and who is bothered by indifference, the worst disease that infects us if the soul is dead and greed is hungry, who counts, the sorrows of an empty heart if yours is hurt, I assure you I heal it with mine, but I want you to be clear that the engine of what I write is your warmth, your hug when I feel cold, not everything is lost, my brother taught me that, he repeats it a thousand times remembering what has been lost, in the inheritance that us Latin brothers receive but I believe we can change it because we are alive

[Rapsusklei]
I write to you from the depths of the lighthouse that focuses the fire, like the sick person of the page that informs in affirming phrases the end, who walks the edge of the sky like the summit and claims to be the poet who never goes off-key, it was a police officer, an expert on the tightrope, I am faithful and loyal to the text that I cry and the paradox is: I've been dead on a page for a long time, I live on a dune and admire a red moon. Tell me? How does an empty heart fill up, how does a soul wounded by so much cold empty out, where did those good times go, why can't we relive beautiful stories anymore..
May the moon smile with its pain on the side, and may the stars guide us on the path at the bottom of the meadow between pianos, words hypnotized in the lighthouse of Alexandria of the desolate musician, I live!