ES:

Lo ven por las noches cuando sale a merodear
Los sábados va, domingos no está
se esconde para trabajar

Sale a caminar una nueva víctima atrapar
sus pasos se acercan
el sonido aumenta
pronto me alcanzará

Te veo en la esquina
Ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución

voces en su mente que lo obligan a actuar así
lo llevan aquí, lo llevan acá
¿cuándo será que callan?

Red de callejones y guaridas
llego a un laberinto sin salida
Cuento hasta 3 quiero correr
Pronto me alcanzará

te veo en la esquina
Ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución

de esta persecución
de esta persecución

Te veo en la esquina
ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida

Te veo en la esquina
ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución
de esta persecución


EN:

He is seen at night when he goes out to prowl around
On Saturdays he goes, on Sundays he's not there
He hides to work

He goes out to walk a new victim to catch
his footsteps approach
the sound increases
soon he'll catch up with me

I see you at the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase

voices in his mind that force him to act like this
they take him here, they take him here
when will they be silent?

Network of alleys and lairs
I reach a labyrinth with no way out.
I count to 3 I want to run
Soon he' ll catch up with me

I see you at the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase

of this chase
of this chase

I see you in the corner
Don't chase me anymore
Your lost look makes me sick
I can't find a way out

I see you in the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase
of this chase

When I feel your vibes, when you push the lines,
I feel like a dime,
Give me what you got, you make me so high
Boy you know, you’re blowing my mind

Guillaume :
What kind, of music you make for real?
Can we make a deal? Show me music skills
What kind, of keyboard you play with?
Can we make feat? Re, do, la, si, mi
What kind?

Some of them are dogs
And every dog is very grateful
Some of them are sharks
And every shark is always damn cool Some of them are worms yeah
And worms are all very flexible
Some of them are rats
And rats are all very sensible
Some are grateful Some are damn cool Some are flexible Some are sensible
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Some of them are wolves
And every wolf has clinical powers Some of them are pigs
And every pig represses its glowers Some of them are vipers yeah
And vipers are all venerated
Some of them are leeches
And leeches are all very two hearted
Some have clinical powers Some repress their glowers Some are venerated
Some are even two hearted
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