No Se Rinde - Aitor, Santaflow

Después de quinientos kilómetros de recorrido

Toca esperar dos horas al técnico de sonido

Miguel es cantautor, siempre va con su guitarra

Como si necesitara cantarte cada palabra

Uno, dos;

uno, dos

Empieza el concierto, el micrófono acopla

Habrá treinta personas y a veinte el show se la sopla

Están hablando de sus cosas cruzados de brazos

Acaban las canciones, no se oyen aplausos

Miguel mantiene la sonrisa, actitud ante todo

Pase lo que pase, va a encargarse de darte un buen bolo

Pero le duele, le duele invertir tanto

Y el caché de la noche no da ni pa' cubrir los gastos, oh no

Una cerveza en la barra antes de volver a casa

Una libreta que narra esta historia de un fracaso

Son tantos años dandos falsos pasos ¿para qué?

Amigos y extraños le aconsejan que lo deje de una vez

La gente siempre tiene que decir que le conviene

«Miguel, tienes que ser listo»

«Vives en un altibajo y necesitas un trabajo»

«No se puede vivir de esto»

Yo me acerqué hacia él y le compré su disco

Dijo «significa el mundo entero para mí este gesto»

No se rinde…

No se rinde quien lo lleva dentro y sigue

Pasa el tiempo, no importa el qué dirán

Algunos repetirán: «te lo dije, no hay futuro en esto» es triste

Es un reflejo de esa gente vulgar que ha olvidado soñar

Cristina tiene un grupo, su vida es el Rock&Roll

Ella siempre lo supo, compuso con mucho amor

Cada línea, cada tema, sí, cada maqueta

La realidad es que le esperan un par de maletas en la puerta

Pues trabaja en una orquesta y siempre jura que lo dejará

Pero hay que pagar las facturas

No le agrada cantar el hit del verano, pero es lo que hay

Ay, flipé cuando hizo «Sweet Child O' Mine»

¡Pues menuda voz!

Hay talento y nadie lo discute

Me duele un montón verla haciendo coreografías cutres

Y a las 6:00 de la mañana, cuando acaba

Aún tiene ganas de ponerse a componer para su grupo

Y sufre porque debe ajustar fechas y hay que esperar

Por estar siempre en la brecha y a punto de despegar, ay!

El grupo tiene seguidores en ciudades

Pero cada vez son más mayores y hay responsabilidades

Ella se niega a dejar esto en el olvido

Que sea el hobby de los jueves

Pensar «¿Qué pudo haber sido?»

Yo la conocí en una fiesta, tocaba su orquesta

Me dio su maqueta y la llevo siempre conmigo

No se rinde quien lo lleva dentro y sigue

Pasa el tiempo, no importa el qué dirán

Algunos repetirán: «te lo dije, no hay futuro en esto» es triste

Es un reflejo de esa gente vulgar que ha olvidado soñar

Esta es la historia de muchos, pero la gloria de pocos

La casa de los que fuimos llamados «locos», nosotros

Siempre escucharemos miles de consejos

Que son viles reflejos de cómo sois vosotros

Esta es la historia de muchos, pero la gloria de pocos

La casa de los que fuimos llamados «locos», nosotros

Siempre escucharemos miles de consejos

Que son viles reflejos de cómo sois vosotros

Diles

Wuh!

Primero te dirán que lo dejes

Luego te dirán que te acuerdes de ellos

Hahaha

After five hundred kilometers of travel

It's time to wait two hours for the sound technician

Miguel is a singer-songwriter, he always goes with his guitar

Like I need to sing every word to you

One two;

one two

The concert begins, the microphone engages

There will be thirty people and at twenty the show will blow it

They are talking about their things with their arms crossed

The songs end, no applause is heard

Miguel keeps his smile, attitude above all

No matter what happens, he will take care of giving you a good gig

But it hurts, it hurts to invest so much

And the cache of the night is not even enough to cover the expenses, oh no

A beer at the bar before heading home

A notebook that tells this story of a failure

It's been so many years taking false steps, for what?

Friends and strangers advise you to leave it at once

People always have to say that it suits them

“Miguel, you have to be smart”

“You live in an ups and down and you need a job”

"It can not live of this"

I approached him and bought his record

He said "this gesture means the whole world to me"

He does not give up…

Whoever carries it inside and follows does not give up

Time passes, no matter what they say

Some will repeat: "I told you, there is no future in this" is sad

It is a reflection of those common people who have forgotten to dream

Cristina has a group, her life is Rock & Roll

She always knew, she composed with a lot of love

Every line, every theme, yes, every mockup

The reality is that a couple of suitcases are waiting for you at the door

Well, he works in an orchestra and always swears that she will leave him

But you have to pay the bills

He doesn't like to sing the hit of the summer, but it is what it is

Oh, I freaked out when he did "Sweet Child O' Mine"

Well, what a voice!

There is talent and nobody discusses it

It hurts a lot to see her doing crappy choreography

And at 6:00 in the morning, when she finishes

She still wants to start composing for her group

And she suffers because she has to adjust dates and you have to wait

For always being in the gap and about to take off, oh!

The group has followers in cities

But they are getting older and there are responsibilities

She refuses to let this go

Make it the hobby of Thursdays

Think "What could she have been?"

I met her at a party, she played her orchestra

She gave me her model of her and I always carry it with me

Whoever carries it inside and follows does not give up

Time passes, no matter what they say

Some will repeat: "I told you, there is no future in this" is sad

It is a reflection of those common people who have forgotten to dream

This is the story of many, but the glory of few

The house of those who were called "crazy", we

We will always listen to thousands of tips

That are vile reflections of how you are

This is the story of many, but the glory of few

The house of those who were called "crazy", we

We will always listen to thousands of tips

That are vile reflections of how you are

tell them

wow!

First they will tell you to leave it

Then they will tell you to remember them

Hahaha