Me Llaman - Nach

Me llaman vida porque resurjo en cualquier parte

Me llaman luz, me llaman paz, me llaman arte

Me llaman tiempo porque dicen que todo lo curo

Me llaman muerte porque allí donde estés llegaré seguro

Me llaman símbolo, me llaman traición

Aquellos que al ver mi imagen se ahogan en su frustración

Me llaman, y no pronuncian ningún nombre

Me llaman semidiós, se olvidan que soy un hombre

Me llaman cambio, precursor, presumido y déspota

Me llaman visionario, adelantado a mi época

Me llaman agua, fuego, tierra, me llaman viento

Me llaman tormenta porque en cada aliento libero lluvias de sentimientos

Me llaman estatua porque disfruto estando sólo

Me llaman mar porque saben que nunca me conocerán del todo

Me llaman lágrima quizás por las lecciones que enseño

Me llaman fugitivo, porque nunca, nunca, tuve dueño

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal

Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal

Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan

Me llaman para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal

Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal

Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan

Me llaman para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

Me llaman caricia porque mis palabras recorren tu piel

Me llaman pájaro porque sé volar cuando me entrego al papel

Me llaman infiel, me llaman ingenuo, cobarde, hipócrita y maestro

Me llaman Las Vegas por lo que apuesto

Me llaman Wall Street por lo que arriesgo

Por mis abrazos me llaman oso

Por mi rabia tigre

Me llaman calle, no por peligroso, sino por impredecible

Me llaman mago, druida, amigo y guía

Me llaman inocencia perdida por mi sabiduría

Me llaman sonrisa por lo sincero

Me llaman fiero y caballero porque dejo que las frases siempre pasen primero

Me llaman títere, desviado, payaso

Supongo que soy lo que ellos temer ser acaso

Me llaman iluso

Me llaman genio y demonio

Me llaman furia

Me llaman manicomio porque guardo dentro aquello que otros repudian

Me llaman agitador, provocador, polémico

Sin dinero me llaman triste loco

Con dinero divertido excéntrico

Me llaman hermético

Me llaman virus y germen

Me llaman disparo, quizás porque nunca han podido detenerme

Me llaman pero no me vuelvo

Me llaman rata, me llaman enfermo

Me llaman Manhattan porque nunca duermo

Me llaman desierto porque parezco eterno

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal

Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal

Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan

Me llaman para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal

Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal

Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan

Me llaman para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

They call me life because I resurface anywhere

They call me light, they call me peace, they call me art

They call me time because they say that I heal everything

They call me death because wherever you are I will arrive safely

They call me symbol, they call me treason

Those who see my image drown in their frustration

They call me, and they don't say any names

They call me demigod, they forget I'm a man

They call me change, forerunner, smug and despot

They call me a visionary, ahead of my time

They call me water, fire, earth, they call me wind

They call me a storm because in each breath I release rains of feelings

They call me a statue because I enjoy being alone

They call me sea because they know they will never fully know me

They call me a tear maybe because of the lessons I teach

They call me a fugitive, because I never, ever had an owner

They call me so many things for better or for worse

Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal

They love me or they hate me, they love me or they reject me

They call me to give me their compliments, their threat

They call me so many things for better or for worse

Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal

They love me or they hate me, they love me or they reject me

They call me to give me their compliments, their threat

They call me caress because my words run through your skin

They call me a bird because I know how to fly when I surrender to paper

They call me unfaithful, they call me naive, a coward, a hypocrite and a teacher

They call me Vegas so I bet

They call me Wall Street for what I risk

For my hugs they call me bear

For my tiger rage

They call me street, not because it's dangerous, but because it's unpredictable

They call me wizard, druid, friend and guide

They call me innocence lost for my wisdom

They call me smile for the sincere

They call me fierce and gentleman because I always let the sentences go first

They call me a puppet, deviant, clown

I guess I'm what they fear to be

they call me naive

They call me genius and devil

they call me fury

They call me a madhouse because I keep inside what others repudiate

They call me agitator, provocateur, controversial

Without money they call me sad crazy

With eccentric funny money

They call me airtight

They call me virus and germ

They call me a shot, maybe because they have never been able to stop me

They call me but I don't come back

They call me rat, they call me sick

They call me Manhattan because I never sleep

They call me desert because I seem eternal

They call me so many things for better or for worse

Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal

They love me or they hate me, they love me or they reject me

They call me to give me their compliments, their threat

They call me so many things for better or for worse

Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal

They love me or they hate me, they love me or they reject me

They call me to give me their compliments, their threat