Cruzcampo

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart,
And in the mature afternoon I wanted to be a nightingale,
Soul put on orange color,
Soul put on the color of Love,
In the lively morning I wanted to be me, a heart.

Zatu: look, I found myself here with the mic open, and I really don't know what to say, before a song or anything, you know, so I wrote a little verse there and...

Dedicated to those in the front row,
I apologize for that time I bathed you in saliva,
Why do you avoid me?
Let me describe you,
Man, we'll put your photo in the store with tape,
Ask yourself, why do we fall from above,
We are the rain from the south, on a suicide mission,
They call it the project of man, if I'm hungry,
I can sing to you with the rhythm of a swarm in the belly,
Let me continue,
I still have much more to tell you,
Since they call my music art,
And propose so many playful games,
To which I say no because I owe it to my audience,
I call it the song of my first desire,
In the mirror of a hotel I see myself,
And I still can't believe, like such an ugly guy,
Who does the math with his fingers,
He can be in front of a thousand people,
And pull off these raps,
They say that money is always there,
You just have to grab it,
I believe you have to deserve it first,
Seville, I don't abandon it for a kiss,
I'm a wandering Andalusian and I travel to bring it back,
Remember it,
The clotheslines of the blocks are full of memories,
Look out and you'll see them,
They're drying in the sun,
Because the scar of the heart,
Hurts more when winter comes.

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart,
And in the mature afternoon I wanted to be a nightingale,
Soul put on orange color,
Soul put on the color of Love,
In the lively morning I wanted to be me,
And in the mature afternoon I wanted to be my voice,
Soul put on orange color,
Soul put on the color of Love.

I am only what I do for you,
Simply for sport,
Remember me as good luck,
It was the same luck that led me to TV,
Making this plebeians see my face from Friday to Thursday,
The deal is if I love you, you love me,
And even if we can't see each other, I pass you my love on CD,
But man sins of weakness and gives in,
What does music have to do with champagne and Mercedes,
Finding peace of soul in karma,
Nothing like your mobile and plasma screen,
My flow is magma,
Running through the main road,
A big heart kiss for my mom,
Although a kiss is sometimes nothing,
Because I have more left,
A dozen traumas,
Sometimes I take my heart to my mechanic,
To have a look,
And check the hydraulic system, yeah! (yeah)
2004 poetry,
While hip hop possessed you,
With its cold hands,
You can't imagine the rhythm it had,
That ended up dancing in the rain with pneumonia,
My philosophy,
You wouldn't understand it,
Where you put two lines, I put eight of mine, (take that!)
The police grabs me and can't stand me,
If they let me go,
I'll let you go for García Lorca.

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart,
And in the mature afternoon I wanted to be a nightingale,
Soul put on orange color,
Soul put on the color of Love,
In the lively morning I wanted to be me, a heart.
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