Calles - Nach, Lom C

Calles, donde siempre paga quien falla,

donde todos cruzan rayas y quieren ganar medallas.

Calles, batallas entre el humo y la niebla

(Amor y guerra, tierra de asfalto y piedra) (x2)

Que tendrѓЎ este nuevo dѓa de distinto,

abro la puerta en mi portal,

contento aun dentro de este laberinto.

El viento sopla enrarecido en la ciudad,

intento pasar inadvertido, para eso tengo habilidad.

Andando, observando, pensando en un porque y en un cuando,

pensando que vivimos siempre esperando.

Somos robots programados para progresar,

seguimos saliendo, bebiendo, fingiendo hallar el bien estar,

buscando pareja para sentar la cabeza y como no?

Hacernos con una casa, un coche y un futuro cѓіmodo,

sacrificѓЎndolo todo para no estar solos.

Moviendo hilos dejando huella en los hijos y morir tranquilos.

En nuestros sueѓ±os caen billetes rosas,

nuestra realidad distinta asѓes el orden de las cosas,

sucesos que invaden las casas,

«Esposas» cadenas clavadas a estacas;

vida silenciosa.

Camino entre promesas y hormigѓіn

entre risas, charlas parques y demѓЎs contaminaciѓіn.

Soy el ladrѓіn de almas, miro directo a la gente

detecto que ojos son los que aman y que ojos mienten.

Mis pasos, mis besos, es mi regreso al paraѓso

y asѓlo quiso quien aquѓme puso.

Por eso es preciso avanzar rѓЎpido,

se que alguien me vigila

las paredes oyen, el suelo respira,

En estas…

Calles, donde siempre paga quien falla,

donde todos cruzan rayas y quieren ganar medallas.

Calles, batallas entre el humo y la niebla

(Amor y guerra, tierra de asfalto y piedra) (x2)

Es mi amor contra tu odio folios contra el monopolio,

es el rencor que me arranco de aquѓ(c)l banco en cada episodio

entre parque son peleas en mi aldea,

teorѓas como Chris Parker, historias de histeria que contarte.

Ahora que quema el asfalto el tiempo se queda corto,

las calles me miran sin el respeto que merezco.

Espero abordo embѓЎrquense en mi barco, esquivando edificios

es como yo ando desmarcandome del resto.

Mostrando la otra cara de las calles,

el lado oculto que da nombre al valle,

vez mi punto hasta que estalle.

Estrellas entre ellas vi,

fueron mensajes en botellas conducidos por el humo que nos trajo aquѓ.

Lenguajes consumidos por linajes,

trajes que transforman, tragedias en vѓas de aprendizaje,

paisajes que confunden;

dando seguridad, son traiciones por dinero y prisioneros de esa lealtad.

Calles en una aparente calma,

calles respaldadas por diablos que compraron sus almas

y hacen enjaulas entre viejas aulas,

calculan movimientos, deambulan,

intentaran cambiar tu aura.

Son calles donde convergen sangre y sonrisas,

brisas entre tempestades y amistad de visa.

Legalidad contra moralidad,

amor atado a otra modalidad

aradas, caladas hacia otra realidad sin prisa…

Calles, donde siempre paga quien falla,

donde todos cruzan rayas y quieren ganar medallas.

Calles, batallas entre el humo y la niebla

(Amor y guerra, tierra de asfalto y piedra) (x2)

Calles, Amor y guerra…(x3)

Por que yo miro a las calles porque las calles me miran,

estudio sus detalles y me inspiran,

el tiempo escapa como arena fina en cada esquina que se gira,

en cada espina, cada vida que camina en estas Calles…

Thanks to

Streets, where the one who fails always pays,

where everyone crosses stripes and wants to win medals.

Streets, battles between smoke and fog

(Love and war, land of asphalt and stone) (x2)

That this new day will be different,

I open the door in my portal,

content even within this labyrinth.

The wind blows rarefied in the city,

I try to go unnoticed, for that I have the ability.

Walking, observing, thinking of a why and a when,

thinking that we live always waiting.

We are robots programmed to progress,

We keep going out, drinking, pretending to find well-being,

looking for a partner to settle down and why not?

Get us a house, a car and a comfortable future,

sacrificing everything to not be alone.

Pulling strings leaving a mark on the children and dying peacefully.

Pink bills fall in our dreams,

our different reality is the order of things,

events that invade houses,

"Handcuffs" chains nailed to stakes;

silent life.

Path between promises and concrete

between laughter, park talks and other pollution.

I'm the thief of souls, I look straight at people

I detect which eyes are the ones that love and which eyes lie.

My steps, my kisses, it's my return to paradise

and whoever put me here wanted it.

That is why it is necessary to advance quickly,

I know someone is watching me

the walls hear, the floor breathes,

In these…

Streets, where the one who fails always pays,

where everyone crosses stripes and wants to win medals.

Streets, battles between smoke and fog

(Love and war, land of asphalt and stone) (x2)

It's my love against your hate folios against the monopoly,

It is the grudge that I tear out of here(c)l bank in each episode

between the park are fights in my village,

theories like Chris Parker, stories of hysteria to tell you.

Now that the asphalt burns, time is short,

the streets look at me without the respect I deserve.

I wait aboard embark on my ship, dodging buildings

It's like I'm separating myself from the rest.

Showing the other face of the streets,

the hidden side that gives its name to the valley,

time my point until it explodes.

Stars among them I saw,

It was smoke-driven messages in bottles that brought us here.

Languages ​​consumed by lineages,

transforming suits, learning tragedies,

confusing landscapes;

giving security, they are betrayals for money and prisoners of that loyalty.

Streets in an apparent calm,

streets backed by devils who bought their souls

and they make cages between old classrooms,

calculate movements, wander,

They will try to change your aura.

They are streets where blood and smiles converge,

breezes between storms and visa friendship.

legality versus morality,

love tied to another modality

plowed, dragged towards another reality without hurry...

Streets, where the one who fails always pays,

where everyone crosses stripes and wants to win medals.

Streets, battles between smoke and fog

(Love and war, land of asphalt and stone) (x2)

Streets, Love and war…(x3)

Because I look at the streets because the streets look at me,

I study its details and they inspire me,

time slips away like fine sand at every turning corner,

in each thorn, each life that walks in these streets…

Thank you