Nach - El Cuenta Cuentos (English Version) lyrics

[Chorus 1] I looked around, as if I was a castaway I sat down to rest, as if I was a bird I lit up my cigarette, as if it was the only one And I felt free, as it I was Summer I talked to myself, as if I was just dreaming I hugged my family, as if it was the last one I tightly closed my eyes, as if i was a king And I followed my path, as if I was a vagabond [Verse 1: Nach] My heart stays in a fast, in a constant Ramadan It's the dum-dum of the drum of the wizard of the clan It's another written text, another cry Another eruption of the volcano, and where will my words go? Where will these people go? With suits and ties, luxuries of platinum and crystal Holding tight to their suitcases with a maternal instinct Here there's no happy ending,absorbed in darkness, no applause Just with serious gesture, attentive hate is the effect that I make Double-H is my fetish, while the night exhausts me Listen lady, don't reproach me I'm no yupi or dandi, more like a junkie of calmness So please calm down and drink some, smoke and escape Flee side to side with the honest storyteller from the ruins Let the verse act, penetrate and mark you What I detest, I form it in manifestation Between my bros, my dreams, and basketball games I grew up to be me And 20 years is nothing, says the tango That's why there's no medals or honors hanging over my chest Like so, young, clever, and full of energy, looking for my place like a roaming cellphone And what would I do to be rich? And if I was rich, what would I do?For who would I k**, or for who would I die? They're my fulfilled promises in the days I look for my life I do rap without bragging, what'd you think, son? It would be easy to boast and talk about myself, my ego, etc, etc What's hard is to put the world on paper, rhyme at a tempo Outsmart the time, to spit and make this rap a temple It's to make your verse into a sword, for example Like so more handicap after handicap Wandering through my memory, my longed Belle Epoque Tell me, is the world at your feet or on your shoulders? The cars, the d**, and the hoes make you lose yourself I know of the secrets that you keep locked up in you And that's because I had 2 mentors: Mr.Book & Mr. Streets [Chorus 2] I looked around, as if I was a bird I sat down to rest, as if I was the Summer I lit up my cigarette, as if I was a vagabond And so I felt free, as if I was a castaway I talked to myself, as if I was the only one I hugged my family, as if I was a king I tightly closed my eyes, as if I was dreaming And I followed my path, as if it was the last one [Verse 2: Nach] I have the essence of he who always responds It consists of revealing of where the sky and sea kiss Reveal where the dark truth hides Come by my side, we're going to look for El Dorado Look out, look out, if my cards confuse me And my everlasting love for Hip-Hop sometimes doesn't correspond to me It's because of the era that I live in, of fairs and carousels Where everything is attractive, interactive, and addictive It's a difficult situation if there's too much temptation Father's at the bar as a player, Mother is staring into a box, brainwashed And families fall apart, like a tent While the kids hang at the bar up the street, chatting with bad people The transformation of the good kid into a delinquent Fights and quarrels, they've gone down the same path as many, many others do Manifest, to those few aware minds In the country of the chronicles, I was looked upon as crazy I know I'm a minority, inside another minority Writing down my memories in the mid-afternoon sun The same phobias bore me, the repetitive lessons of your church I just watch as your girlfriend oppresses you because she wants the new Nokia It's normal, it's as easy as breaking pottery pots I know of many geniuses who are slaves working at factories And they see their dreams be crushed by the new machines Always the same tic-tac, the same tears shedded, understand? Today the asphalt burns and I feel like a coward For saying 'I love you' way too late, understand? I was but not anymore, even if you feel that I'm just Another burden in this city that's apparently absorbing me Chords, disagreements, what are we? Monkeys in the technology era, giants on thrones step on gnomes There's too many slabs of lead on your back There's way too much on you and your heart plays sad notes, like the blues Tell me if that's Jesus, the crestfallen dude coming off of the bus What about you? Tell me, is the world at your feet or on your shoulders? The cars, the d**, and the hoes make you lose yourself I know of the secrets that you keep locked up in you And that's because I had 2 mentors: Mr.Book & Mr. Streets The Storyteller [Chorus 3] I looked around, as if I was a vagabond I sat down to rest, as if I was dreaming I lit my cigarette,as if I was a castaway And I felt free, as if I was the only one I talked to myself, as if I was a king I hugged my family, as if I was the Summer I tightly closed my eyes, as if it was the last time And I followed my path, as if I was a bird [Outro:] I looked around, as if I was king I sat down to rest, as if I was a vagabond I lit my cigarette, as if it was the last time And I felt free, as if I was dreaming I talked to myself , as if I was a castaway I hugged my family, as if I was the only one I tightly closed my eyes, as if I was a bird And I followed my path, as if I was the Summer The Storyteller