De Los Golpes Aprendí - Translation
Chorus
Those blocks, neighbours and apartments
Mothers and fathers fighting for a livelihood
Children who cry and who no longer believe in stories
There are a thousand stories created in hell
Those blocks, neighbours and apartments
Mothers and fathers fighting for a livelihood
Children who cry and who no longer believe in stories
There are a thousand stories from those concrete streets
Verse 1
These days there are abnormal moments
Evils that turns good
For the same reasons
The judgement between people
Animal abuse
Corruption is in my town
With them nothing is worth anyhting
What happened to equality?
In the world everyone is valuable
Not just the feds, doctors and congressmen
I speak of those warriors who emerged on the streets
The cook, the beggar and the artist
But let’s not leave out
The ones who ask for help
Songs for free
Magical graphic design
Others who give reflection
The street is a swamp
If they are addicted to drugs
Always lend your hand
You don't know what hit them
And why they are lying there
Shut down the thinking
With fear and without breath
Resentment was born by wanting
Scars on his body
Interlude
On the corner of 15 with 9
Freesoul from Bogotá composing the stories
A cup that overflows
Don't talk too much and take notes
Breathing the same air
The epicentre summons us
And the parents go to a funeral
Pre-Chorus
Let the days go by
I'll keep doing hip hop
In between so many cold notes
that my heart restored
Let the years go by
Well, life taught me
That the hardships are more beautiful
if you give it meaning
Let the days go by
I'll keep doing hip hop
Between laughs of agony
that people provoked
Let the years go by
Well, the world taught me
That you can take one punch
But two will be returned
But two will be returned
Chorus
Those blocks, neighbours and apartments
Mothers and fathers fighting for a livelihood
Children who cry and who no longer believe in stories
There are a thousand stories created in hell
Those blocks, neighbours and apartments
Mothers and fathers fighting for a livelihood
Children who cry and who no longer believe in stories
There are a thousand stories from those concrete streets
Verse 2
No annexes, only verses
Intertwined stories
They say that there is a madman on the loose
But he is just crazy for the cause
The suffering of kneeling mothers prosecutes me
And parents working for a salary that is not enough
Congress wretch with a vote of confidence
Of my people, insurgents who balance the scales
Point and see how many fingers are pointing at you
Have respect if we talk about culture
Remember that there are little ones and a messy world
Kicks and punches in Transmilenio to be able to sit
What a great lack of respect for children and the elderly standing
You need culture
To call yourself human
Chorus
Those blocks, neighbours and apartments
Mothers and fathers fighting for a livelihood
Children who cry and who no longer believe in stories
There are a thousand stories created in hell
Those blocks, neighbours and apartments
Mothers and fathers fighting for a livelihood
Children who cry and who no longer believe in stories
There are a thousand stories from those concrete streets