Es Yamal

Can you imagine life in a different way, like flags
With big goals, full wallets, and golden loaves at dinner
I remember, I almost lost myself by sticking my leg in
And I see my mother shouting like a beast:
"Get up, the street gives nothing
The hard work from dawn to dusk, from shovel to throw"
And even if you want to, life doesn't wait
And if you go slow, I'm sorry, really
You run out of time to dream
And unintentionally, I stepped on the mud
Surely some bastards split the pot some time ago
And made it very clear:
Damn kid from the neighborhood...
Look at him, how could I not? there I was
Learning not to be right
Surrounded by the living dead,
Who cry because they now feel and sell
Even their mother for a piece of escape
And they keep saying: give me something, man, right?
How did I not see the deception?
How could they hide behind such a small cloth
Lies of such size, man
So to the beat of the wood, every year, like a blind flock
They lead us to drink from the tap, man
I refuse to let them be the owners of this southern boy
Who keeps looking for perfection in design
So to turn prose into rhyme, I've dreamed since I was very young
And now my commitment is to move mountains, to the lie of Mahoma.

It's tough, for better or for worse
God gave me this gift, style to spend, man
It's tough, but the path must be sweated
From the street to the sky, there's a lot to walk, man
It's tough, what do you think? that life is given away
You don't win anything with faith, kid
It's tough, it's not time to dream anymore
Maybe it's time, man, to fight.

And it's that when we are young we all want to ride the lightning
And give the feeling of being that high that the horse gives
And go far, before being old
To achieve it, man, on the first try, flawlessly
I wanted to be the tree, ha, and I stayed at the stem
And I reached May, and I stayed in the unemployment line
Waiting for a break, and they give him the callus
That one that marks your scream on your forehead and on your back even fainting
Let it sound, let it sound, let the voices thunder
And let the sky fill, whoever fills with love warehouses
Who, let them eat pity, let them give kindness
From me, no more forgiveness, man, they wait, let them wait
Revenge of those who deceive us doesn't come
If the first thing is to know that you are a son of women like me
That gods crash into the earth only brothels
I will improve my perfection until I surpass myself.

It's tough, for better or for worse
God gave me this gift, style to spend, man
It's tough, but the path must be sweated
From the street to the sky, there's a lot to walk, man
It's tough, what do you think? that life is given away
You don't win anything with faith, kid
It's tough, it's not time to dream anymore
Maybe it's time, man, to fight.

Wake up now, tough, if you want to know
Wake up now, tough, what can you do?
The mark they give you now
Surely you'll have to pay for it later
How did I not see it coming
There are a thousand reasons to insist
God won't forgive me if I didn't see it
It pisses me off that the one in charge puts himself first
Because I'm not bigger because I don't have millions
What matters is what's left to live
From now on, I'll continue with you or without you
I'll win and lose a thousand times, faith in mankind
And when I die, people will be very clear what my name is.

It's tough, for better or for worse
God gave me this gift, style to spend, man
It's tough, but the path must be sweated
From the street to the sky, there's a lot to walk, man
It's tough, what do you think? that life is given away
You don't win anything with faith, kid
It's tough, it's not time to dream anymore
Maybe it's time, man, to fight (x2)