La Aduana de Crecer

My childhood was a train, chasing the horizon
That always said: come! Without knowing very well where
The future was a country at the edge of the distance
Distant gray cloud in the window of my childhood
And growing up was simple, everything had shine
There was always a princess to save from some castle
As a child, I grew up sitting on a curb
With dreams in my head and sand in my pockets, yes
No one tells you that this tale is a deception
That everything is an invention so you follow the herd
That time passes slowly but the years fly by
That growing up is learning about disappointments, that!
All the faith that is lost never returns
And no, uncle!, there isn't always an answer to the questions
The only difficult thing about growing up in this jungle
Is knowing how to stand tall when everything collapses
Boom boom pa!, tum pap p p hypnotizes
No, it's not valued, time slips away
I remember the streets, the parks, reddish afternoons
And my first graffiti on the wall with chalk
Now everything is analyzed!
Even love itself tastes like ashes, kisses agonize
Every day is quicksand
A dream that wakes up while another one heals

And I look back to remember who I am
And I look ahead to know where I'm going
I no longer thank heaven for today's bread
I have my feet on the ground, I know where I am
And I look back to remember who I am
And I look ahead to know where I'm going
I no longer thank heaven for today's bread
I have my feet on the ground, I know where I am

After reflections, the conclusion is
That in this life there's no instruction manual
Only the heart is the only flag
And from there, yes, everyone lives in their own way
And pursues their dreams, some only seek gold
Others the truth that moves the world
But above all, I was from the fasting school
Where brave men fought one on one
And we learned to make honest rap in the doorways
Without money, without special effects
We were just kids who grew up angry
Singing to life with clenched fists, yes
And at 29, living by vocation
Sleeping to dream and waking up to resignation
I sing the song of the customs of growing up
While chasing the moon until the next dawn

And it slips away from me, like the child who lost his map
Everything ends, time passes, that's growing up
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, and the clock of the heart always knows best
Those children fear growing up

And I look back to remember who I am
And I look ahead to know where I'm going
I no longer thank heaven for today's bread
I have my feet on the ground, I know where I am
And I look back to remember who I am
And I look ahead to know where I'm going
I no longer thank heaven for today's bread
No, no, no, no, no