Al final del túnel (Con Xinkoa)

I haven't been writing lately.
I just watch time go by and if a problem arises I simply avoid it.
I am very negative because almost the only positive
What has happened in my life in the last year is to stay alive.
Rap is rotten, my heart committed suicide and my LP is forgotten
because of an incompetent label that recovered what was invested
with almost 2000 copies that I have sold, almost 2000 friends
whose faces I do not know and by whom I recognize that I am still here.

You will be a witness that I will deliver the witness
of my rap to those who are capable of putting what I say on the roof of a block in their city.
This rap, the reason; peace as a goal
at least inside me,
because this pain has turned me
in a troubled boy without love,
in a misunderstood boy
just in love with hardcore rap again.
A new day, the same sun, the same shit,
the same war in this land of injustice,
every day more alcohol, every day less skill
to get out of the labyrinth in which, I hope, I don't get lost.
Every day more at a snail's pace, more laziness,
less desire to pull the sheet, to put on the shirt
and to have a brand new smile every morning
when sadness explodes in my heart and my head
He is not able to escape from this depression with which I hurt myself
and to achieve the peace and tranquility that was firmly granted to me in the past
the gift of skill as a shelter...

[Chorus]
Hey friend, if you have the solution to the problems, come with me,
If you want to change the world, come listen to what I say,
If you still have strength and hope, I will follow you. (x2)

Every day is the same, nothing gets better and my soul feels older every time.
without an angel by my side to take care of me and protect me,
Without a friend by my side who loves me, that is my complaint.
Today I understood the moral:
I was alone, I am still alone and I will only continue contemplating the world behind this fence.
My heart was locked in oblivion, tormented by what it has already experienced.
All that remains is to contemplate that it is impossible every day on every occasion.
endure so much pressure and avoid depression
that produces tension
of seeing poverty enter through the door of your house. Is
a sad situation to see in your room
your mother dry her tears
because your father brought payroll
that they did not honor the sweat that, being ink, would have written so many pages.
"Zénit, can you imagine, a sea of roses bathing the path you walk?"
No, I don't imagine it,
I only see the light at the end of the tunnel when the Hip-Hop of my headphones accompanies me along the way
that makes me think that I have mastered my fate
and that despite this regret I can kiss my destiny
and I can stop this cretinous Caesar
that hid the path from the light
when it murdered my well-being.
They are memories for those who left,
for those who had
the fortune of meeting me in a time of calm,
in which the moon brought the truth to my soul,
in which having karma at peace was my shelter...

[Chorus]
Hey friend, if you have the solution to the problems, come with me,
If you want to change the world, come listen to what I say,
If you still have strength and hope, I will follow you. (x2)

Waking up on May 10th opened my eyes
although they were red because of so much light;
a light of gratitude was the face behind the cross
which caused me to suddenly forget about my anger.
A little love like a paraglider stopped my fall, and saved my life
arranging it at will. Everything changed and I became the navel again
of my world, in a second happiness was my shelter again.

[Chorus]
Hey friend, if you have the solution to the problems, come with me,
If you want to change the world, come listen to what I say,
If you still have strength and hope, I will follow you. (x2)

"Aha! 2004... Zénit... Xinkoa... And what we love"