Panteón - Translation
Intro
The existence of the opposing forces of the parties
Obeys a process of reason and social logic so profound
Like the existence of the negative and positive forces in electricity that allow its expression
Verse 1
It's a short lettter
A long experience
For my mother this letter
I already have menopause
Hearing the drop
Remember the faces
When your son is the martyr
The house emptied you
You had big dreams for him
I turned out the smallest
Taking away your sleep
Giving all your effort
Between the cold walls
With the smell of sulfur
The devil was walking through my room as usual
Every day, early morning
Looking for who to hang with
The friend appeared
Or maybe another fake one
We left the corner
Arriving at sunset
I was in hell
Prisoner in his arms
I took refuge in the shadows
I did not want to see the time
Looking in the mirror
I know why my mother cries
Feeling the time
My face evaporates
The living dead body
And the heart at 100 km per hour
Chorus
A gladiator of gladiators
Along the streets and its gangs
It's the wounds that hurt
In the prison of your world, who are you?
A gladiator of gladiators
Along the streets and its gangs
It's the wounds that hurt
In the prison of your world, who are you?
Verse 2
Today the time has already passed
Two children growing up
The change was not easy
More people in this ring
We are already four examples
From different temples
Like four elements
Forming a fragment
Changing a sick world
With art in mind
Don't forget El Cartucho
Nor the “ghetto of the history”
I speak of the families
Everywhere there are drugs
Whores, Hate, Hills
And the state robs us
In a house they cry
She is a single mother
She can't find her herd
Her mind evaporates
Without feeling the time
The hours, the console
She talks alone
For you a pantheon of roses
For my mother this letter
I have a knot that drowns
I will carry the cross
Well, I already felt the rope
I live in claustrophobia
Drowning humanity
These are cold thoughts
The dreams evaporate
Chorus
A gladiator of gladiators
Along the streets and its gangs
It's the wounds that hurt
In the prison of your world, who are you?
A gladiator of gladiators
Along the streets and its gangs
It's the wounds that hurt
In the prison of your world, who are you?