Aquel Chico - EL CHULO, Santaflow

Gris mañana del jueves, recuerdo viejos tiempos

Nostalgia es lo que siento, algo me conmueve

Vuelven, a mi memoria el patio, el instituto

Y un adolescente muy lejos de ser adulto

Muchos duros inviernos me alejan de aquel chico

Su única preocupación, cazar chochitos

Yo he grabado un LP, algo con lo que el soñaba

Pero apuesto a que era mucho mas feliz, no sé

Y es que todo era mas fácil para aquel chico rebelde

Idealista pero todavía muy verde

Todo era mas grande, no sé si me entiendes

Se flipaba con nada, a mi ya nada me sorprende

Y aunque dudaba en detalles insignificantes

Siempre tuvo claras, las cosas importantes

Testarudo, consejos jamas seguía

Tropezaba y caía, si así aprendía

Pequeño gamberro, más bien mal estudiante

A menudo en clase dejaba el sitio vacante

La calle su otra escuela, su materia el arte urbano

Pintaba en todas partes su apodo taker en mano

Siempre había juerga, aunque no tuviese un duro

Y solo conocía de lejos el lado oscuro

Si entraba ciego a casa intentaba disimular

Que inocente, nunca fueron tontos sus papas

No lo puedes evitar, siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual, todo ha cambiado

No lo puedes evitar, siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual, todo ha cambiado

Fin de semana, ganas de marcha, de fiesta

Loco por salir al centro en busca de emoción

No siempre lograba juntar suficiente pasta

Pues nada, las maquetas, el loro, y un botellón

Con su gente en el parque bebiendo, montando bulla

Que emocionante escapar de un coche patrulla

Primeros conflictos con los señores agentes

Verdes o azules casi todos incompetentes

Aquel chico impulsivo actuaba sin pensar

Pecaba de meterse en problemas de los demás

Por no morder su lengua, llevose algún disgusto

Era incapaz de callar si algo no era justo

Cuantas historias, en todas partes conocido

Cuanta importancia le daba a tristes enemigos

Guerras estúpidas hoy suenan divertidas

No sé como pero siempre metido en movidas

Cuantos labios de niñas besó, a cuantas engañó

Famoso cabrón de corazones ladrón

Eran princesas del cuento de cada fin de semana

Reinas del parque o del bar, gozar, sin acabar en cama

Machito orgulloso, y que mas daba quedar bien

Si claro, dame tu número, el de tu amiga también

Y tras su actitud de chulo había un ser sensible

Quizás demasiado bueno y algo susceptible

No lo puedes evitar, siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual, todo ha cambiado

No lo puedes evitar, siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual, todo ha cambiado

Nervioso, hiperactivo, no podía estar parado

Apenas dormía y jamás estaba cansado

Los videojuegos, llenaban sus noches a diario

Los días no existían, no importaba el calendario

Importaba el reloj, temprano en casa o castigado

Cuantas rabietas, a veces se sentía atado

Que ironía, ¿verdad?

Te parecerá increíble

Hoy día le envidio, sueño con ser tan libre

Cuanta ilusión, en cuantas cosas creía

La vida es dura, pero el todavía no lo sabia

Y es que al abrir los ojos todo es de otro color

Hoy siento que cualquier tiempo pasado fue mejor

Aquel chico feliz tuvo que madurar deprisa

El viento y las tormentas borraron su sonrisa

No sé muy bien cual es la razón

No sé por que al pisar viejos lugares se me encoje el corazón

El arte urbano

No puedo evitar mirar hacia atrás

Y aunque pueda parecerlo, nada es igual (Nada)

Noto otro ambiente, aromas diferentes

Donde se fue toda esa gente (¿Donde?)

Todo es mas frío, o tal vez lo parece

Hay muchos críos, o a lo mejor es que uno crece

Todos sentimos alguna vez melancolía

Tres whiskys, un polvo y adiós a la tontería

No lo puedes evitar, siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual, todo ha cambiado

No podrás recuperar, lo que el tiempo te ha robado

Solo queda recordar, hoy que el día esta nublado

No lo puedes evitar

Siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual

Todo ha cambiado

No lo puedes evitar

Siempre miras al pasado

Y aunque pueda parecer igual

Todo ha cambiado

Gray Thursday morning, I remember old times

Nostalgia is what I feel, something moves me

They come back to my memory the patio, the institute

And a teenager far from being an adult

Many hard winters keep me from that boy

His only concern, hunting pussies

I have recorded an LP, something he dreamed of

But I bet I was much happier, I don't know

And everything was easier for that rebellious boy

Idealistic but still very green

Everything was bigger, I don't know if you understand me

He freaked out about nothing, nothing surprises me anymore

And although I hesitated in insignificant details

He was always clear about the important things

Stubborn, never followed advice

He stumbled and fell, if so he learned

Little hooligan, rather bad student

Often in class he left the seat vacant

The street is his other school, his subject is urban art

He painted everywhere his nickname of him taker in hand

He was always partying, even though he didn't have a hard

And I only knew the dark side from afar

If he came home blind he tried to hide

How innocent, his parents were never fools

You can't help it, you always look to the past

And although it may seem the same, everything has changed

You can't help it, you always look to the past

And although it may seem the same, everything has changed

Weekend, desire to go out, to party

Crazy to go downtown in search of emotion

He didn't always make enough dough

Well, nothing, the models, the parrot, and a bottle

With his people in the park drinking, making noise

How exciting to escape from a patrol car

First conflicts with the agents

Green or blue almost all incompetent

That impulsive boy acted without thinking

He was guilty of getting into other people's problems

For not biting his tongue, he got some dislike

He was unable to shut up if something was not fair

How many stories, everywhere known

How much importance he gave to sad enemies

Stupid wars today sound like fun

I don't know how but always involved in moves

How many girls lips he kissed, how many he cheated

Famous bastard of hearts thief

They were princesses of the story of each weekend

Queens of the park or the bar, enjoy, without ending up in bed

Proud macho, and what did it matter to look good

Yes of course, give me your number, your friend's too

And behind his pimp attitude there was a sensitive being

Perhaps too good and somewhat touchy

You can't help it, you always look to the past

And although it may seem the same, everything has changed

You can't help it, you always look to the past

And although it may seem the same, everything has changed

Nervous, hyperactive, couldn't stand

He hardly slept and was never tired

Video games filled their nights daily

The days did not exist, the calendar did not matter

The clock mattered, home early or grounded

How many tantrums, he sometimes felt tied down

What an irony, right?

you will find it amazing

Today I envy him, I dream of being so free

How much illusion, in how many things he believed

Life is hard, but he didn't know it yet

And it is that when you open your eyes everything is of another color

Today I feel that any past time was better

That happy boy had to grow up fast

The wind and the storms erased his smile

I don't really know what the reason is

I don't know why stepping on old places makes my heart shrink

urban art

I can't help but look back

And although it may seem like it, nothing is the same (Nothing)

I notice another environment, different aromas

Where did all those people go (Where?)

Everything is colder, or maybe it seems

There are many kids, or maybe one grows up

We all feel melancholy at some point

Three whiskeys, one powder and goodbye to the nonsense

You can't help it, you always look to the past

And although it may seem the same, everything has changed

You will not be able to recover, what time has stolen from you

It only remains to remember, today that the day is cloudy

you can't help it

You always look to the past

And although it may seem the same

Everything has changed

you can't help it

You always look to the past

And although it may seem the same

Everything has changed