Salvación - Dano, Emelvi

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Tell him to save you…

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Tell him to save you…

La peña está pa' atrás como pantacas de Kriss Kross

O la gorra de Stallone en la peli del camión

Se creen que esto es to' simple como mi último Black Ops

Se creen que el que dirige es sólo un músico cabrón

Yo miré bajo la esfinge y sólo vi un niño mayor

Producto de valores que aún están en pie… yeah

¡Nacido en los ochenta!

¿Quién coño quiere

Ser un puto Goonie cuando puedes ser del Clan del Pie?

Tanta violencia adquirida ya no se cura

Y nos reíamos de los hippies que la censuran

¿Cuantas visitas a jefatura pa' hablar contigo?

Yo quería hablar con Dios pero no había cobertura

Aún pienso en esas niñas del cole y se pone dura

… la vida, la cuesta, la olla y sus comeduras

Si tocas las paredes, aprendes de sus texturas

Por eso toco todo en la vida… pa' lo que dura

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God…

Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención

Quizá él tenga la salvación si va silbando está canción…

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God…

Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención

Quizá él tenga la salvación—

La peña está pa' atrás como el guión de Irreversible

O el enano de Twin Peaks tras las cortinas invisibles…

Se creen que es simple por llamarse hipersensibles

¡no sintieron el rifle ni el golpe de la extensible!

Discusiones en silencio

Personajes ficticios son ecos en tu cerebro

Son héroes en un tebeo de ciegos con alter-egos

Daltónicos arco iris;

película en blanco y negro

El Año Pasado en Marienbad

Vuelvo para verte a ti y a nadie más

Reconstruyo la escena del crimen con tus lágrimas

Y escribo cartas para enviártelas cuando descanse en paz

Por siempre en un puto pasado de mármol

Y los puños del fénix marcados en el árbol

¿Pretendes ser feliz sólo por tener algo?

Coloco el Corpus Christi entre tus labios, rezando…

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God…

Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención

Quizá él tenga la salvación si va silbando está canción…

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Ay, you believe in God…

Lo ves andar por la estación, algo reclama tu atención

Quizá él tenga la salvación si va silbando está canción…

Si no creyera en la balanza

En la razón del equilibrio

Si no creyera en mi sonido

Si no creyera en la esperanza

Si no creyera en lo que agencio

Si no creyera en mi camino…

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Tell him to save you…

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Tell him to save you…

The rock is backwards like pantacas from Kriss Kross

Or Stallone's cap in the truck movie

They think this is to' simple like my last Black Ops

They think that the one who directs is just a bastard musician

I looked under the sphinx and I only saw an older boy

Product of values ​​that are still standing… yeah

Born in the eighties!

who the fuck wants

To be a fucking Goonie when you can be Foot Clan?

So much acquired violence is no longer cured

And we laughed at the hippies who censor it

How many visits to headquarters to talk to you?

I wanted to talk to God but there was no coverage

I still think about those girls at school and it gets hard

… life, the slope, the pot and its comeduras

If you touch the walls, you learn from their textures

That's why I play everything in life... for what lasts

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, you believe in God…

You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention

Maybe he will be saved if he whistles this song...

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, you believe in God…

You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention

Maybe he has salvation—

The rock is backwards like the script of Irreversible

Or the Twin Peaks dwarf behind the invisible curtains…

They think it's simple to call themselves hypersensitive

they did not feel the rifle or the blow of the extendable!

silent discussions

Fictional characters are echoes in your brain

They are heroes in a blind man's comic with alter-egos

colorblind rainbow;

black and white film

Last Year in Marienbad

I come back to see you and no one else

I rebuild the crime scene with your tears

And I write letters to send to you when I rest in peace

Forever in a fucking marble past

And the fists of the phoenix marked on the tree

Do you pretend to be happy just by having something?

I place Corpus Christi between your lips, praying...

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, you believe in God…

You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention

Maybe he will be saved if he whistles this song...

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, do you believe in God?

You do, tell him to save you

Oh, you believe in God…

You see him walk through the station, something demands your attention

Maybe he will be saved if he whistles this song...

If he didn't believe in the balance

In the reason of balance

If I didn't believe in my sound

If I didn't believe in hope

If I didn't believe in what I agency

If I didn't believe in my way...