Aprendí - MC ARI

Desde el centro del pecho

Lot of pain, lot of pain

«First class take a trip

Top down in the whip

Speeding like I’m never gone crash

Live every day like its my last song

Spent a couple stacks on the drip

Didn’t even take a sip left a tip

Got more racks in the stash

Live every day like its my last song»

Cuatro paredes y un espejo que sirve de adorno

Ladrones bailan en mi techo planeando un soborno

Quieren robar mi fe, sembrarme un trastorno

Romper el vidrio de mis ojos tirándome escombros

Pero me resisto

No es contra ti, ni contra ustedes que yo lucho

Primero es conmigo mismo

Contra esos miedos que maquillo con civismo

Por esas grietas que quedaron tras los sismos

Hoy no cantan cisnes, tocan Sex Pistols

Debo sobrevivir al ruído y su simplismo

Que nadie venga a presumir que va de invicto

El único perfecto, inquebrantable «Was called Cristo»

Hay bienaventura que te ves distante

Solías cantar sonetos y hoy vas disonante

Dicen que estabas lejos del cambuche cuál errante

Y que has andado tanto;

no te trae ni el cabrestante

«First class take a trip

Top down in the whip

Speeding like I’m never gone crash

Live every day like its my last song

Spent a couple stacks on the drip

Didn’t even take a sip left a tip

Got more racks in the stash

Live every day like its my last song»

Brillaba por su ausencia

Aunque la ausencia nunca brilla, fue girando la perilla y sin tirar la puerta

Sin hurtadillas

Mirando a la cara despidiose en la mirilla cómo el ángel de clemencia

Se fue el buen ánimo pero no la fe

Y mi paciencia en una mecedora blanca tomándose un té

Hoy frente a la fogata del juez

Quebrantados pero no vencidos, lo digo por esta vez

Una y otra vez, una y otra vez

Aprendí a levantarme siempre luego de caer

Una y otra vez, una y otra vez

Sigo leyendo en Segunda de Corintios 4.10

¿Cómo voy a rendirme ahora?

Si la aurora que ha de besar la tierra pronto no demora

¿Como voy a rendirme ahora?

Si la avanzada noche da lugar al alba que traerá la gloria

From the center of the chest

Lot of pain, lot of pain

«First class take a trip

Top down in the whip

Speeding like I'm never gone crash

Live every day like its my last song

Spent a couple stacks on the drip

Didn't even take a sip left a tip

Got more racks in the stash

Live every day like its my last song»

Four walls and a mirror that serves as an ornament

Thieves dance on my roof planning a bribe

They want to steal my faith, sow me disorder

Break the glass in my eyes by throwing debris at me

But I resist

It is not against you, nor against you that I fight

first is with myself

Against those fears that I make up with civility

For those cracks that were left after the earthquakes

Today they don't sing swans, they play Sex Pistols

I must survive the noise and its simplicity

Let no one come to boast that he is undefeated

The only perfect, unbreakable "Was called Cristo"

There is bliss that you look distant

You used to sing sonnets and today you are dissonant

They say that you were far from the cabin, how wandering

And that you have walked so much;

he doesn't even bring you the winch

«First class take a trip

Top down in the whip

Speeding like I'm never gone crash

Live every day like its my last song

Spent a couple stacks on the drip

Didn't even take a sip left a tip

Got more racks in the stash

Live every day like its my last song»

She was conspicuous by her absence

Although the absence never shines, she was turning the knob and without throwing the door

no sneaking

Looking at the face, he said goodbye in the peephole like the angel of clemency

The good spirit left but not the faith

And my patience in a white rocking chair drinking tea

Today in front of the judge's campfire

Broken but not defeated, I'm saying it this time

Again and again, again and again

I learned to always get up after falling

Again and again, again and again

I keep reading in Second Corinthians 4.10

How am I going to give up now?

If the dawn that is to kiss the earth soon does not delay

How am I going to give up now?

If the late night gives way to the dawn that will bring glory