Manos Llenas (feat. Nach)

Much further than how it ends
How this story that has been so unique ends
How much I have left in music, if little
And this is the last thing I write
If I have a stretch ahead
To make a long journey bigger

I could recite to you fluently
The torrid romance we've had
How much has the fabric of my sunken heartbeat moved?
How much have I wanted it?
The meaning it has given to each cloudy day, the light of fulfilled dreams
And it has been summer, and it has rained cats and dogs

And in the soul an imprint
And if I cried the question
It didn't remain empty
It's not telepathy, but almost aunt
It's not that you knew, it's that you knew it

That's how you made me know
With a table and some chilaquiles
A hug pierces me in Santiago de Chile
And a slight laugh, but more sincere than the successes
A thousand faithful shouting my name in Mexico
And a walk in Caracas, the nights in BCN

I have split with shared words after the show
I have stolen in warehouses, burned the early hours
Down Corrientes Avenue in Moe's bar

I have a sack full of applause, love, and vertigo
I keep for when I have to put on my best poker face
For the moments of keeping myself imperturbable
I release a life in the past
Lest it clashes with my here, and my now
On this stage, desk, studio
In this northeast that I do not repudiate

I bring a dirty sack full of precious stones
The deluge stayed behind with all my wives
Next to every prison I put myself in

My doubts write topics
I kiss the abyss, I am the light born in my problems
What more could I ask for? If there is no void in my fingertips
I am knocking on heaven's door with full hands

I take with me so many moments
Hands full of what I loved
I take a coat of feelings
Hands full of lament and pleasure

I take with me so many moments
Hands full of what I know
I take a coat of feelings
Pieces of now will be my best yesterday

When I am knocking on heaven's door
And someone asks me: What do I take with me?
I will say: I bring a caress in every hair
Change ashes of a step that was fire

I will say: I bring a turquoise-colored heart
For every kiss someone stole from me
Also sharp needles, burning and piercing me
For every Judas that stained my honor

A photo of my parents and their advice
She said that you see the fool from afar, by his excesses
He told me I would never end up in prison
That if I can't buy it, don't steal it, don't be one of those

I will say that I bring trips like Gulliver
And the fragrance of every woman without being Jean Paul Gaultier
Also poems by Pessoa and Baudelaire

And nights with nothing to do but write and drink
It was my duty and unintentionally years passed
First rap filled me
Then I was the one who filled stadiums

I change my monetary status, not the mental one
A normal guy going down to the neighborhood and the mud in my diary
The lines whispered behind my name
I put more color than Okuda to every adventure
And I left without directions, without norths, and without whys

My soul naked doing topless since 23
Blows to the stomach for being different
For my brothers I give life and death
The emotion that suddenly commits suicide in my pupil

The memory of my people, a thousand bodies, a thousand minds
Seer of what the rest hid
Brave although in my hands I had crumbs of melancholy

I couldn't help it
Hypersensitive in this bitter world
When I touch heaven's doors
I will know it will have served for something
I take with me so many moments
Hands full of what I loved

I take a coat of feelings
Hands full of lament and pleasure
I take with me so many moments
Hands full of what I know
I take a coat of feelings
Pieces of now will be my best yesterday

I take with me so many moments
Hands full of what I loved
I take a coat of feelings
Hands full of lament and pleasure
I take with me so many moments
Hands full of what I know
I take a coat of feelings
Pieces of now will be my best yesterday