Nada Pasó - Panteón Rococó

Con el ego muy arriba

Y la conciencia por los suelos

A treinta años la historia parece ser memoria

Ah, ah, ah

Mientras el pueblo observa indiferente

Ke en todos lados matan a su gente

Y tu sentado aki oyendo esta cancion

Dime ke haces para salvar a la nacion yea

Solo una bala lo ah alcanzado

Le destrozo el corazon uo, uo, uo

Tantas historias ke se han contado

De todas se entera uno uo uo uo

Al otro dia no se hablo nada

Todo el mundo cayo uo uo uo

Pistola en mano y una metraya

Y aki nada paso

Nada paso

Aki nada paso

Pobre de el pobre de ella

La bala lo separo

Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella

Donde no hay reprecion uo uo uo

Pobre de el pobre de ella

El cielo se sacudio

Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella

Donde no hay reprecion

Name sa name

Name sabor

Name sabor de rococo

Para salvar ala nacion

Del malvado babilon

Y su madre sigue acudiendo

Al lugar donde murio uo uo uo

El dos de octubre y esta lloviendo

Y a ella no le importo no no no no

Cuando en el alma se trae la lucha

Como a el le sucedio uo uo uo

No importa ke contesca mucho

Si aki nada paso

Pobre de el pobre de ella

La bala lo separo

Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella

Donde no hay reprecion

Pobre de el pobre de ella

El cielo se sacudio

Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella

Donde no hay reprecion

Y ahora el te pide

Ke junto a el sigas luchando

Por acabar con la injusticia en este pais

Por ke atus raices ya no nunca las dejes ir

Ayudes a tu hermano

A no sucumbir

Y no dejes esta tierra

Se pague asi

Y ahora el te ruega

Ke por la causa en la ke el murio por amor por dolor

Ayudes a tu hermano

A no morir

Enseñes a compatriota a compartir

Acudas a tu pueblo a combatir

Y enseñes a los niños a sonreir

Yea

Sabo sabo sabo sabor

With the ego very high

And the conscience on the ground

At thirty years history seems to be memory

oh oh oh

While the people watch indifferently

Ke everywhere they kill their people

And you sitting here listening to this song

Tell me what are you doing to save the nation yea

Only one bullet has reached him

I broke his heart uo, uo, uo

So many stories that have been told

Of all one finds out uo uo uo

The next day I don't know anything

Everyone fell uo uo uo

Gun in hand and a film

And aki nothing happened

Nothing happened

here nothing happened

Poor him poor her

The bullet separated him

And now he he lives happily on a star

Where there is no repression uo uo uo

Poor him poor her

the sky shook

And now he lives happily on a star

where there is no repression

Name sa name

name flavor

Name flavor of rococo

to save the nation

of wicked babylon

And his mother keeps coming back to him

To the place where he died uo uo uo

The second of October and it's raining

And she don't care no no no no

When in the soul the fight is brought

How it happened to him uo uo uo

It doesn't matter how much I answer

Yes, nothing happened

Poor him poor her

The bullet separated him

And now he lives happily on a star

where there is no repression

Poor him poor her

the sky shook

And now he lives happily on a star

where there is no repression

And now he asks you

Keep fighting with him

For ending injustice in this country

Because of your roots, never let them go

help your brother

not to succumb

And don't leave this land

It is paid like this

And now he begs you

Ke for the cause in which he died for love for pain

help your brother

not to die

Teach a compatriot to share

Go to your town to fight

And teach the children to smile

yeah

sabo sabo sabo flavor