Ojos Color Cielo - Ossian, Nachodowntempo

No he estado en el infierno, ni tampoco en el Edén

A veces estoy mal y de repente bien

Cien clanes drogan el harén

Todo el día sol, cada kilómetro un badén

Vuelta a ese coche, perros en el tren

Tú no eres Penélope, ni yo Javier Bardem

Azules o verdes;

a los polis que les den

Oye, y en vez de aceite, mantequilla en la sartén

Políticos corruptos

Vuestros nietos pagarán esos insultos, sus indultos

Es difícil ocultar el bulto, suave y bruto

Entreno, mientras veo madurar el fruto

No le temo al verdugo ni tampoco al señor

Pero sí a las religiones y a la falta de amor

Soy un tipo solitario, me alejo del dolor

Estoy buscando rimas gordas, no ser el mejor

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color cielo

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color cielo

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color cielo

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color…

Viviendo nuestra historia;

si al lado está quien te odia

Más que una tragedia, eso es una parodia

Marco el tempo en la derrota o la victoria

Llegando tarde a casa, falto de memoria

Del curro al salón con el yugo del patrón

Por no estudiar ni traficar con armas como haría un Borbón

Periodistas hacen trampas por el bien de la nación

Aquí tontos como El Dioni se levantaron un furgón

Trabajo y madrugar, iban con un plan

Y acabaron siendo unos borrachos sampleando funk

Antes que rogar el pan, prefiero robar

Digo, bombas en Atocha por el coche blindado de Aznar

Ganar o perder da igual, eso va a doler

Si no recuerdo como es el volver, recojo el cordel

Si no eres rico y guapo hermano, te irán a joder

Cuidado con morder la mano envenenada que da de comer

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color cielo

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color cielo

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color cielo

Se refleja paz, guerra, amor y terror

En sus ojos color…

I have not been to hell, nor to Eden

Sometimes I'm wrong and suddenly I'm fine

Hundred clans drug the harem

All day sun, every kilometer a speed bump

Back in that car, dogs on the train

You are not Penelope, nor am I Javier Bardem

Blue or green;

to the cops that they give them

Hey, and instead of oil, butter in the pan

Corrupt politicians

Your grandchildren will pay for those insults, their pardons

It's hard to hide the bulge, soft and rough

I train, while I watch the fruit ripen

I do not fear the executioner nor the lord

But yes to religions and lack of love

I'm a lonely guy, I walk away from pain

I'm looking for fat rhymes, not to be the best

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her sky-colored eyes

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her sky-colored eyes

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her sky-colored eyes

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her colored eyes...

Living our history;

if there is someone who hates you next to you

More than a tragedy, that's a parody

I set the tempo on loss or win

Coming home late, short of memory

From gigs to the salon with the yoke of the boss

For not studying or dealing in weapons like a Bourbon would do

Journalists cheat for the good of the nation

Here fools like El Dioni got up a van

Work and get up early, they went with a plan

And they ended up being some drunks sampling funk

Before begging for bread, I prefer to steal

I mean, bombs in Atocha because of Aznar's armored car

Winning or losing doesn't matter, that's going to hurt

If I don't remember what it's like to come back, I pick up the string

If you're not rich and handsome bro, they're going to fuck you

Beware of biting the poisoned hand that feeds

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her sky-colored eyes

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her sky-colored eyes

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her sky-colored eyes

It reflects peace, war, love and terror

In her colored eyes...