Jamming sin fronteras

[Canserbero]
Yeah, Yeah!
Well, good morning! Allow me to sing the milonga, I don't want to bother you, I only have verse and conga
Cheer up the camel and don't let sleep overtake us, it's another beautiful day to make your dreams come true
May everything go well for you, may you always find the way, may you never lack coffee with bread and faith in your plan
That's it, lady, beautiful hair. That's it, the other thing is fixed. Oh, my friend, raise your face!
Aguaje, don't worry, it's coming, Mr. collector, that coin fell out of your wallet
Seat for the pregnant woman so nothing happens to her, I'll get off at the next stop. No way!
I accept whatever you offer me, from honest criticism to a smile that costs you nothing!
It costs you nothing, yeah, yeah!
That costs nothing

[Mcklopedia]
Hey, hey!
I just want the piano to speak, for my voice to accompany it honestly in this
A feat that connects a youth that is restless, country house, neighborhood, motorcycles, bicycle
Trucks, subways, squares, boulevards, bars and even buses get up with breakfast
Some go to bed without the previous night's dinner and those who are bothered by indifference suffer the worst disease
You infect us if the soul is dead and hungry greed who counts, the sorrows of an empty heart
If yours is hurt I assure you that I will heal it with mine, but I want you to be clear that the engine of what I write
It's your warm hug when I feel cold, not everything is lost, a brother of mine taught me
He repeats this to me a thousand times, remembering what has been lost, in the heritage that we Latin brothers received
But I believe we can change it because we are alive

[Rapsusklei]
I write to you from the bottom of the lighthouse that focuses on the defining fire
Like the sick man on the folio who reports in sentences that affirm the end
Who walks the edge of the sky like the summit and who claims to be the poet who does not go out of tune at the bottom
She was a musician, an expert on the tightrope, I am faithful and loyal to the text that I cry and the paradox is
I have been dying on a leaf for a long time, I live on a dune and I admire a red moon
Tell me? How do you fill an empty heart, how do you empty a soul hurt by so much cold?
Where did those good times go, because we don't live beautiful stories again

May the moon smile with its pain at its side
And may the stars guide us along the path to the bottom of the meadow between pianos
Mesmerized words in the Alexandria lighthouse of the desolate musician alive!