El Raro - El Barrio

A veces escribo cartas sin remite

Soy el anonimato en la curiosidad

Un sello impregnao a mí no me lo quiten

Que tus manitas se perfumen de azahar

A veces me pregunto si los nervios

Si vende guías para aquel que no sabe amar

Si los recuerdos que te ahogan son el quite

Que la sorpresa que te tengan que guardar

Me llaman el raro porque es muy bohemio

Me gusta estar solo, salir con mal tiempo

Me llaman El Barrio, se siente bohemio (x2)

Si vengo de una estirpe donde los cayos reales

Se llevan de nacimiento, enseñarse no se sale

Siempre tuve un ángel que guiaba mi destino

Me dijo que si algo duele es que va por buen camino

Señoras y señores el arte no se hace

Se tiene o no se tiene, se nace o no se nace

Me llaman el raro porque es muy bohemio

Me gusta estar solo, salir con mal tiempo

Me llaman El Barrio, se siente bohemio (x2)

Si hago algo diferente a la gente le da un sofoco

Y no tienen el reparo de tacharme como un loco

Siempre revolucionario y nunca muero arrodillao

Pa ver que hacen los cuerdos, yo prefiero estar colgao

Señoras y señores lo mejor que me ha pasao

Es vivir de lo que vivo que pa eso lo he mamao

Me llaman el raro porque es muy bohemio

Me gusta estar solo, salir con mal tiempo

Me llaman El Barrio, se siente bohemio

Sometimes I write letters without a return address

I am the anonymous in curiosity

A stamp that impregnates me, don't take it away from me

Let your little hands be perfumed with orange blossom

Sometimes I wonder if the nerves

If you sell guides for those who don't know how to love

If the memories that drown you are the remove

That the surprise that they have to keep for you

They call me the weirdo because it's very bohemian

I like to be alone, go out in bad weather

They call me El Barrio, it feels bohemian (x2)

If I come from a lineage where the royal keys

They are born from birth, teaching oneself does not leave

I always had an angel who guided my destiny

He told me that if something hurts, it's that it's on the right track.

Ladies and gentlemen art is not made

You have it or you don't have it, you are born or you are not born

They call me the weirdo because it's very bohemian

I like to be alone, go out in bad weather

They call me El Barrio, it feels bohemian (x2)

If I do something different people have a hot flash

And they don't have the qualms about calling me crazy

Always revolutionary and I never die on my knees

To see what the sane do, I prefer to be hung up

Ladies and gentlemen, the best thing that has happened to me

It is to live from what I live that I suck for that

They call me the weirdo because it's very bohemian

I like to be alone, go out in bad weather

They call me El Barrio, it feels bohemian