Historias de Ayer - Translation

Chorus

Between songs there are stories of yesterday

Submerged, for better or worse

Writings, written on paper

They are spells to never return

Verse

A cigarette in my hand

Burning all the sorrows

Singing to the moon

The passing of this star

The appearance of a hobo

A soul in pain

Deals are not acts

For false consequences

For my children I sing

And I mark their inheritance

I cook my rhymes

The boilers burn

Demons and magicians

Setting the scene

With dances and songs

Old school ritual

Life strikes

Death whispers

And so that you believe them

Jesters howl

At low tides

Judases drown

They think they are piranhas

My muses overwhelm him

And it is not because of his abruptness

I bring the real

The jokers whisper

My imperial flower

They don't understand my game

I'm going to beat them

I'll lower their ego

If I start to dream

Chorus

Between songs there are stories of yesterday

Submerged, for better or worse

Writings, written on paper

They are spells to never return

Verse

I travel between stages

I cook my rhymes

I put in the energy

I know what it is to shipwreck

I live among the ruins

With empty people

With money and fortune

Without love to give

Stories of life

They are lost souls

Looking for help

Real underground

From the center to fifth street

Where the sun falls

Breaking horns

Love for hip hop

I travel

Over the seas

From this ghetto

And the torment

Will not go to me stop

I let go

The memories

In the notebook

For better or for worse

Chorus

Between songs there are stories of yesterday

Submerged, for better or worse

Writings, written on paper

They are spells to never return