Desmejorado - Bushido

Hay gente para todo

Hay cosas que se cuentan y parecen ciertas

Es cuestin de hormonas

Dicen que se van pero se quedan

Yo sigo igual sigo tal cual

Quizas desmejorado

Y el arrabal amargo en el paladar

Nunca pasar una semana con la misma neura

Hicieron de mi una copia perversa

Estabais ausentes cuando dormian

Me habr perdido algo… Quizas…

Las monedas de plata desprendidas

Del beso al carcelero de mi corazn

Yo sigo igual, sigo tal cual

Quizas desmejorado

Que no quede nunca al papel deshabitado

Otro ritmo, otro compas

Rimas de mar

El gran teatro del mundo debe continuar

Si no nos entra la locura

(Bienvenido al planeta loco)

Mientras se esfuma la espera

Habra que dar la guerra por perdida

Y volver a los placeres

Prohibidos o privados

Para los necesitados

Y yo sigo igaul, sigo tal cual

Quizas desmejorado

Y el arrabal amargo en el paladar

Otro ritmo, otro compas

Rimas de mar

El gran teatro del mundo debe continuar

There are people for everything

There are things that are told and seem true

It's a question of hormones

They say they leave but they stay

I continue the same I continue as is

maybe deteriorated

And the bitter suburb on the palate

Never spend a week with the same neura

They made a perverse copy of me

You were absent when they slept

I must have missed something... Maybe...

The detached silver coins

From the kiss to the jailer of my heart

I continue the same, I continue as is

maybe deteriorated

Let the paper never remain uninhabited

Another rhythm, another compas

sea ​​rhymes

The great theater of the world must go on

If we don't get mad

(Welcome to the crazy planet)

As the wait fades

We will have to give up the war for lost

And return to the pleasures

Banned or private

for the needy

And I continue igaul, I continue as is

maybe deteriorated

And the bitter suburb on the palate

Another rhythm, another compas

sea ​​rhymes

The great theater of the world must go on