Malamente

What time is it, Chris?
It's time to make some cash

Blood on me, wounds on my body
But I’ve got no more tears, it’s not raining on my face
Bombs on the ground, maybe war will come
And I’ll be with you, I’ll be with you
To rescue you, asking myself if it’s true
That God is blind and also deaf
While hope for the future rains down from the sky
Because I believe that tomorrow certainties will go up in smoke
Like what you were dealing
I know I didn’t give roses, just trouble
But you, you give me double the dose that I need
Look at me, without wind and without trees
Send me light deep down in hell

You’ll confuse me among the crowd
And you’ll find me (how?) badly
With cuts on my back
Red eyes from smoking
In the storm
You’ll find me, truly

I hate being mediocre and I’ve been that way too many times
I got lost in the night with the notes in my notebook
I see shocked faces in the riots on TV
At the bottom of a crater, the world is falling
Angels with chains
Baby, look at me closely
Without music, I couldn’t make it to the end of the month
I couldn’t keep up with the bills
It doesn’t pay to always have too many demands
But these kids are crazy
With family problems and cultural gaps
I was so freaked out when I didn’t know what to do when I grew up
Brother, study and learn
Because the street is a school, but it’s not a good mother
These are just intimate pieces of advice
And if you look for me in hell

You’ll confuse me among the crowd
And you’ll find me (how?) badly
With cuts on my back
Red eyes from smoking
In the storm
You’ll find me, truly

The future is in the hands of the weak who have found courage
And I’ve found mine
But to find courage, you need to know how to look inside
Self-criticism requires awareness
I wish for all of you that your humility doesn’t turn into insecurity
And that your confidence doesn’t turn into arrogance

You’ll confuse me among the crowd
And you’ll find me (how?) badly
With cuts on my back
Red eyes from smoking
In the storm
You’ll find me, truly