En Las Puertas Del Cielo (Con El Santo)

[El Santo]
At the gates of heaven, I wait for my arrival, St. Peter,
While my family mourns my absence, my burial,
I noticed how the blood turned to ice,
But I see I'm heading toward the light that I think leads me to heaven,
Indeed, my life is over, and a tragic hour arrives,
My name is carved on the marble of a gravestone,
I die young, and my life is summed up in four pages,
And despite such rage, my tear ducts don’t shed tears,
(Do you think you’re fit to enter here, David?)
Of course, but that verdict is yours to decide,
(But what have you done in life, both good and bad?)
Avoid evil, just being a pretty normal guy,
Even though I can’t consider myself a saint,
Because I’ve sinned and messed up, but it’s not that bad,
I’ve loved those who love me and love those who hate me,
No discord, to enter the gates of mercy,
But where is it written that it’s my time now?
Where does it say?
Aside from that grave where my mother cries,
With all due respect, sir, I disagree,
That my loved ones should only remember me,
And that’s why I don’t understand the question you’re asking,
I’m thinking you’re doubting my good intentions,
If you can see everything from up there,
I don’t get why there’s so much questioning if I should enter or not,
And sure, I made mistakes,
But not enough to label me among the worst,
I believe I can die with honors,
Even though blood no longer flows through these veins,
Even if they send this poor lost soul to hell,
For being honest and avoiding trouble,
For quickly repenting after committing any sin,
I’m sorry, I don’t agree that it’s my time now,
I’ll dodge this trap, and I’m going home, I have a concert in Barcelona.

[Chorus El Santo/Guti] (x2)
At the gates of heaven, you’ll see,
Everything you’ve done in life, and there’s no turning back,
No nostalgia, no buts, no excuses,
Lord, who’s in heaven, what are you accusing me of?

[Guti]
And St. Peter was waiting for me at the gates of heaven,
They weren’t open, and I didn’t have wings either,
Little angels read my history of liters, crimes,
Evil, skirts, faults, so many, no merits,
(You can’t enter)
Don’t tell me that?
I suffered hardships in life that will make you bless me,
Resting on the gravestone,
I had more friends than enemies standing tall and dizzy from a fast life,
(There’s no room, I repeat),
I ignored the church for poetry, I was a myth, pure dynamite,
And I didn’t speak in plural,
I loved women without wanting possession,
That’s why some played with me like God plays with the controls of the world,
On His Playstation,
And another family at Sondkalle,
I’ll enter through that door, accident in puberty, head open,
My mother screamed, “Jose, wake up!”
And I woke up in ICU,
It wasn’t easy, life is fragile,
Knowing how to live is harder,
I felt hate, I admit it,
But who doesn’t feel it?
I grew up always surrounded by snakes,
(What do you regret?)
I regret nothing,
My life was chaos, it was never orderly,
I walked by coordinates even without writing,
My rap to display, I was neither vile nor laughed at the weak,
And now I’m here,
I’ll enter heaven if I feel like it,
You can’t judge me,
I was in my place,
With my people, I was sweet,
I respected their feelings, never thought of playing,
(You’ve earned heaven, I grant you a plot),
I don’t want your heaven, I’m going back to the city, I have a date,
Someone put my CD in their house, on their stereo, and that’s how Guti comes back to life.

[Chorus El Santo/Guti] (x2)
At the gates of heaven, you’ll see,
Everything you’ve done in life, and there’s no turning back,
No nostalgia, no buts, no excuses,
Lord, who’s in heaven, what are you accusing me of?