Gracias - Natanael Cano

Mano arriba a to’a mi gente

Ahora todo se ve diferente

Desde que estás

Me miran bailando de repente

Cantando y gritando con ambiente

Desde que estás

Prende, prende, prende el vuelo

Mirando humito en el cielo

Tirando las penas al viento

Prende, prende, prende el cerro

Tomando codeína con la clica

No lo vi venir

El tiempo se ha agotado y se puso sólo pa' mí

La esperanza que tenía la dejé vivir

Mano arriba a to’a mi gente

Ahora todo se ve diferente

Desde que estás

Me miran bailando de repente

Cantando y gritando con ambiente

Desde que estás

Oh, jeje

Gracias todos por dejarme soñar lo que fue

Y darme voz que tengo para que Dios me escuche

Y darle gracias por todo lo que me hizo aprender

Y darle gracias por todo lo que me hizo tener

Y eres lo mejor que me ha pasado

Me llegan momento de hace un año

Para bien o para mal, es algo

No me arrepiento, no hice na' malo

Prende, prende, prende el vuelo

Mirando humito en el cielo

Tirando las penas al viento

Prende, prende, prende el cerro

Hand up to all my people

Now everything looks different

since you are

They see me dancing suddenly

Singing and shouting with atmosphere

since you are

Turn on, turn on, turn on the flight

Looking at little smoke in the sky

Throwing sorrows to the wind

Turn on, turn on, turn on the hill

Taking codeine with the clique

I did not see that coming

The time has run out and it was only for me

The hope I had I let live

Hand up to all my people

Now everything looks different

since you are

They see me dancing suddenly

Singing and shouting with atmosphere

since you are

oh hehe

Thank you all for letting me dream what it was

And give me the voice that I have so that God listens to me

And thank him for everything he made me learn

And thank him for everything he made me have

And you're the best thing that ever happened to me

I get time from a year ago

For better or worse, it's something

I don't regret it, I didn't do anything bad

Turn on, turn on, turn on the flight

Looking at little smoke in the sky

Throwing sorrows to the wind

Turn on, turn on, turn on the hill