Sólo Soy Historia - El Barrio

Vete trankila k como dice la historia

Todo esta consumado

Si he bebido de este caliz, esa fue tu voluntad

Y no la mia

Y mis heridas estan por dentro no estan a simple vista

No estan echas por clavos

No me llamo san pedro pero tu tampoco resulta k te llamas maria

Y si te keda alguna duda ya se k tu engaño

No vale treinta melenas

Y se k e sido un pobre beso k duerme en los regazos

De tu cara de inocencia

Y en este monte y calvario esta noche yo e pensado en una idea

Que yo k te adorado k tanto y tanto te amado

Ya no veo tus venas

Maldito sea kien piense k mi cruz, mi cruz voy llevandola a cuestas

De todos akellos k sabian del engaño y guardaban su silencio

A los k me escuchaban sabiendo k era mi ultima cena

Y mojaban su pan, en el plato callado en el bulto del necio

K ay un mandamiento k kede muy claro k no ablan mis celos

No ay k codiciar, ermano mio, los bienes ajenos

Ahora me voy trankilo, desaogado, limpio por dentro

Pork e resucitado de un infierno pasado

Alli arriba en los cielos

Aba, el cielo esta consumado

Ya solo soy historia, historia

Asi k vete trankila k todo esta consumado

No dejes k tu conciencia recaiga en la duda de sentirte culpable

Doscientos azotes, me den en la espalda

Por tanto entregado

Pero esk kitarme de mi lao a la k me a crucificao

No veas tu k grave

Vete trankila mujer k todo esta consumado

Si he bebido de este caliz, esa fue tu voluntad

Y no la mia

Y mis heridas estan por dentro no estan a simple vista

No estan echas por clavos

Yo no soy san pedro tan solo soy historia

Ni tu eres maria

Y mis heridas estan por dentro no estan a simple vista

No estan echas por clavos

Yo no soy san pedro yo solo soy historia

K yo no soy san pedro ni tu te llamas maria

Go quiet k as the story says

everything is consummated

If I have drunk from this chalice, that was your will

and not mine

And my wounds are inside, they are not in plain sight

They are not made by nails

My name is not San Pedro, but it doesn't turn out that your name is Maria either.

And if you have any doubts, I already know your deception

It's not worth thirty manes

And I know it was a poor kiss that sleeps on the laps

of your face of innocence

And on this mountain and calvary tonight I have thought of an idea

That I adored you so much and loved you so much

I no longer see your veins

Damn whoever thinks my cross, I'm carrying my cross on my back

Of all akellos k knew about the deception and kept their silence

Those who listened to me knowing that it was my last supper

And they dipped their bread, in the silent plate in the bulk of the fool

There is a commandment that is very clear that my jealousy does not speak

There is no coveting, my brother, the goods of others

Now I'm going quietly, relieved, clean inside

Pork is risen from a past hell

up there in the skies

Aba, heaven is finished

I'm just history, history

So go calm down and everything is finished

Do not let your conscience fall into the doubt of feeling guilty

Two hundred lashes, hit me in the back

therefore delivered

But esk take me from my side or the one who crucified me

Don't see your serious k

Go quiet woman, everything is finished

If I have drunk from this chalice, that was your will

and not mine

And my wounds are inside, they are not in plain sight

They are not made by nails

I am not San Pedro, I am just history

neither are you maria

And my wounds are inside, they are not in plain sight

They are not made by nails

I am not San Pedro, I am just history

K I am not Saint Peter nor is your name Maria