Prepárame La Cena [English translation]

I am not a number

Nor part of a figure

Even though I pay equally

The same rate.

We all walk

With the same shirt

No hurries

To watch where you step.

Not worth the time

But it's worth it for the stories

We don't count the seconds

We tell stories.

The patience is what was harvested

My calendar is not dated

I am not alone

I walk with my five senses.

Here, the silence becomes sound.

I dreamed to touch everything bad

But it's so dark

That the fear cannot be seen.

I fly with what I feel

So I have a feeling

That inside this circuit

I won't stay long

On the next train

That I get on.

Make me dinner

Because I am returning soon.

I look outside and I look inside

The inprisonment is my point of encountering

I fall into the margins

But at some point, we all misbehave

And who determines what is right and wrong

The unhealthy and the healthy

Of the raw and the cooked, there is a large difference

And to cook in the middle ground is not rocket science

In this life you punished me,

Robbed me of time, then f**ked me over again

My guilt is like an empty bowl

Like judging the sun to leave for a day

If my sadness makes you happy

It’s because your rules are different from mine

I believe in everything I see

And even though I’m an atheist I pray so ugly things won’t happen to me

To dream with my departure and your arrival

I do not need a matre with my pillow

I am free because I fly away from here

The only touch is to break free from the ground

Make me dinner, because I am returning soon...

• Artist:Calle 13
• Album:Entren Los Que Quieren