Daño Colateral - Santa RM

Y llórame cuando sangre mi piel

No hemos nacido para perder

Lo grande del corazón se lleva dentro

No pueden robar mi fe

Y cuando no haya Dios a quien orar

Y cuando las palabras no traigan bondad

La vida tras otro cristal

La suerte a suerte, daño colateral

Su nombre es Consuelo, más consuelo no le queda

Más de ochenta años, blanca cabellera lleva

Tres hijos ya tuvo

Que mantuvo como una mamá soltera

Pero en casa sola y triste, nadie espera

Áspera su vida, su hijo mayor en prisión

Otro se marchó por las vías en un vagón

Y el menor vendía heroína por las esquinas

Pero un día le dejaron tres balas como propina

Trabajo y novelas, la rutina que le agobia

Fuma todo el día, un cáncer la respuesta obvia

La muerte es su fobia, la fe se esfumó

No hay dios al que rece, pese a desesperación

Hoy tocan su puerta, no sabe lo que ha pasado

«Me mandó su hijo y también le mandó un recado»

Ella dijo «Pasa», parecía un chico normal

«(Oye) siéntate y me cuentas, ¿gustas trago de mescal?»

Y llórame cuando sangre mi piel

No hemos nacido para perder

Lo grande del corazón se lleva dentro

No pueden robar mi fe

Y cuando no haya Dios a quien orar

Y cuando las palabras no traigan bondad

La vida tras otro cristal

La suerte a suerte, daño colateral

Su nombre es Ramón, vive solo en un vagón

Nunca conoció a sus padres, la calle es su profesión

Aprendió a robar desde pequeño (desde pequeño)

Su sueño es ser de un barrio peligroso, apodado Sureños

Un día lo citan, le dicen que esto es sencillo

Que vaya y que robe algo que tenga bastante brillo

Le parece fácil y sencilla la misión

Incluso ya tiene entre ojos una mansión

Ya conoce horarios, movimientos de la zona

Pero solo no es tan fácil y ocupa de otra persona

Recurre a su amigo, conoce necesidad

Lo convence y se lanzan para cumplir ese plan

Toman la ganancia y la dividen a mitades

Él le dice «vamos por botellas a unos bares»

En esos momentos un carro casi atropella

Él se queda frío, mientras su amigo la salva a ella

Y llórame cuando sangre mi piel

No hemos nacido para perder

Lo grande del corazón se lleva dentro

No pueden robar mi fe

Y cuando no haya Dios a quien orar

Y cuando las palabras no traigan bondad

La vida tras otro cristal

La suerte a suerte, daño colateral

Penélope soñó con ser feliz desde pequeña

Ella es feliz, entre sus libros siempre sueña

Que tendrá un amor verdadero y será infinito

Pero entre mentes cerradas, eso a veces es delito

Conoció a Vanessa y no sale de su cabeza

Y esa mujer es su mundo, no hay nada más en que piensa

Pero papá le dice que ella es una cerda

Y que Dios va a castigarla y la hace sentir como mierda

La manda a vivir a otra ciudad, con otra gente

Ella conoce a un hombre que la quiere y es decente

Pasan los años y se casan

Pero un amor sincero, por más tiempo nunca pasa

Ella no es feliz, ya no lo soporta

Tiene treinta pastillas, las toma, ya nada importa

Dejó un mensaje de perdón, y se acuesta en la cama

Él se quedará enamorado de un fantasma

Y llórame cuando sangre mi piel

No hemos nacido para perder

Lo grande del corazón se lleva dentro

No pueden robar mi fe

Y cuando no haya Dios a quien orar

Y cuando las palabras no traigan bondad

La vida tras otro cristal

La suerte a suerte, daño colateral

Oye, ahí fuera hay mil historias

Que a veces conocemos desde un ángulo

Hay que verlas desde otro cristal (Daño Colateral)

Hay un daño colateral (daño colateral)

Eh you, son historias incompletas (daño colateral)

Es Matika, Santa RM, Alka Produce, eh you!

(Daño colateral)

Hay un daño colateral (daño colateral)

And cry to me when my skin bleeds

We are not born to lose

The greatness of the heart is carried inside

They can't steal my faith

And when there is no God to pray to

And when words don't bring kindness

Life behind another glass

Luck to luck, collateral damage

His name is Consuelo, he has no more consolation

More than eighty years, white hair has

Three children already had

That she kept like a single mom

But at home alone and sad, no one waits

She roughs her life from her, her eldest son from her in prison

Another left on the tracks in a wagon

And the minor sold heroin on the street corners

But one day they left him three bullets as a tip

Work and novels, the routine that overwhelms him

Smoke all day, cancer the obvious answer

Death is his phobia of him, faith is gone

There is no god I pray to, despite desperation

Today they knock on his door, he doesn't know what happened

«He sent me his son and he also sent him a message»

She said "Come in", he looked like a normal boy

"(Hey) sit down and tell me, do you like a shot of mescal?"

And cry to me when my skin bleeds

We are not born to lose

The greatness of the heart is carried inside

They can't steal my faith

And when there is no God to pray to

And when words don't bring kindness

Life behind another glass

Luck to luck, collateral damage

His name is Ramón, he lives alone in a car

He never knew his parents, the street is his profession

He learned to steal when he was little (since he was little)

His dream of him is to be from a dangerous neighborhood, nicknamed Sureños

One day they quote him, they tell him that this is simple

Let him go and steal something that has enough shine

The mission seems easy and simple

He even has a mansion between his eyes

He already knows schedules, movements of the area

But it's just not that easy and takes care of someone else

Turn to his friend of him, he knows need

He convinces him and they launch to fulfill that plan

They take the profit and split it in halves

He tells her "let's go get bottles at some bars"

In those moments a car almost ran over

He stays cold, while her friend saves her

And cry to me when my skin bleeds

We are not born to lose

The greatness of the heart is carried inside

They can't steal my faith

And when there is no God to pray to

And when words don't bring kindness

Life behind another glass

Luck to luck, collateral damage

Penelope dreamed of being happy since she was little

She is happy, between the books she always dreams

That she will have a true love and it will be infinite

But between closed minds, that is sometimes a crime

She met Vanessa and she won't get out of her head

And that woman is her world, there's nothing else she thinks about

But daddy tells her she's a pig

And that God is going to punish her and make her feel like shit

He sends her to live in another city, with other people

She meets a man who loves her and she is decent

Years go by and they get married

But a sincere love, for more time never passes

She is not happy, she can't take it anymore

She has thirty pills, she takes them, nothing matters anymore

She left a sorry message, and lays on the bed

He will fall in love with a ghost

And cry to me when my skin bleeds

We are not born to lose

The greatness of the heart is carried inside

They can't steal my faith

And when there is no God to pray to

And when words don't bring kindness

Life behind another glass

Luck to luck, collateral damage

Hey, there are a thousand stories out there

That sometimes we know from an angle

You have to see them from another glass (Collateral Damage)

There's collateral damage (collateral damage)

Eh you, they are incomplete stories (collateral damage)

It's Matika, Santa RM, Alka Produce, hey you!

(Collateral damage)

There's collateral damage (collateral damage)