Vivir El Tiempo (feat. Penyair)

The years fly by, like pigeons they go
And the breaths will make you pay the price (it will happen)
Because in the end, when the day fades
The night comes alive and gets dark (sounds)

I'll have to shake off laziness
So that the past doesn't catch me by surprise
I looked at myself in the mirror and blamed myself for all those
Times when honesty was lacking in using my head

For forgetting faces that were never forgotten
That material things don't go in the drawer
Because friends are the ones who accompany you in moves
In sickness or in prison

In a scarcity of ethics
It led me to make a pathetic decision
Like being shallow and focusing on aesthetics
And leaving aside an authentic mind

Despite walking so much, I didn't complain
I smoked a big one and cleared my mind
And said: I'm not interested in being the center of attention
Practicing religions of which I am a heretic

Going through life believing that only money
Will make the past just go to hell
Lies that when the years pass

The years fly by, like pigeons they go
And the breaths will make you pay the price (it will happen)
Because in the end, when the day fades
The night comes alive and gets dark (sounds)

Damn thirst, burrows, rotten sewers
Writings on dirty pages filling up to the brim
The beauty of life in the simplest things
And the heart in a splinter

There's a hole, time forgets you
The most beloved people won't be there forever
I remember being there, we laughed endlessly
Empty pockets as they filled up life

I want to apologize for all my decisions
Even if I don't change the facts or their beautiful conclusions
They say: I took from them and united them with my ambitions
Others that I subtracted mine to fill their hearts

Now I understand what happens when time passes
I understood it when I arrived and no one was waiting for me at home
To stay, I learned to appreciate
The courage of the coward arrived late

That's why, buddy, value your blood (ha)
The kindness of people who one day satisfy your hunger (yes)
Your father, his hands full of calluses
Youth is not a tree that regrows its stems (sounds)

The years fly by, like pigeons they go
And the breaths will make you pay the price
Because in the end, when the day fades
The night comes alive and gets dark

It, it, it gets dark
Time flies, my little beasts
Time flies
Time escapes
The old alka with his potions
Penyair, mental reality
Rap of the spirit
Alka produces