What’s in your dream I wanna know And tell me can you see the afterglow ?
An island in the snow is what you draw And then you know you can’t let go
What you’ve never seen I’ll show you
I’m stepping in your dreams I’ll wall through
Open your eyes
And tell me twice
You don’t see life otherwise Tell me how
Tell me how
If you don’t try you never know
What you’ve never seen
I ll show you
I m stepping in your dreams I ‘ll wall through

ES:

oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez

ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol

no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante

tengo antojo de helao'
dame un beso frio endulzao'
que me sepa a mandarina
con burbujas como aspirina
con olor a tarta de queso
la textura de un pan entero
calentito solo pa mi
hazlo pensando solo en mi

te hago un hueco en la cama plegable
planes improvisados de tarde
ponemos algo de los noventa
la peli mas cliché que prefieras
como me gusta verte la espalda
sin el peto de color naranja
y pintarte solo con las huellas
una rosa con granos de arena
tu eres un universo en la tierra
dale que yo te llevo a Paris
nos montamos en alguna nube
y si quieres nos alquilo el Louvre
y te compro un helado de fresa
fresa rosa fresa palo fresa
fresa fresca fresita francesa
fresa tierna y luego una frambuesa

no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante

i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
im trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
pero no te sale bien
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end…

oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez

ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol

no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante

la brisa del patio
hojas de tabaco
bailan lentamente
entre flores del jardin

me pierdo en tus manos
no me pierdo nada
camino despacio
tranquilita junto a ti



EN:

hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve

I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol

I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward

I'm craving for ice cream
give me a cold sweetened kiss
that tastes like tangerine
with bubbles like aspirin
with the smell of cheesecake
the texture of a whole loaf of bread
warm only for me
do it thinking only of me

I'll make room for you in the folding bed
improvised evening plans
we put on something from the nineties
the most cliché movie you want
how I like to see your back
without the orange training bib
and paint you only with your footprints
a rose with grains of sand
you are a universe on earth
come on, I'll take you to Paris
we'll ride on a cloud
and if you want I'll rent us the Louvre
and I'll buy you a strawberry ice cream
strawberry pink strawberry stick strawberry
fresh strawberry French strawberry
tender strawberry and then a raspberry

I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward

i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
i'm trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
but you don't get it right
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
I wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end...

hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve

I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol

I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward

the breeze in the courtyard
tobacco leaves
dance slowly
among the flowers in the garden

I lose myself in your hands
I don't miss anything
I walk slowly
calmly by your side

ES:

Yo no se será el señor de la barba gris
No se si será el que esta vestido así.
No se si sea hombre o sea mujer.
Solo se que esta en algún lado por aquí.

La luna y el sol que nos pinta atardeceres.
El agua que llega con la lluvia al caer.
El árbol que no para de crecer.
El cielo, las nubes son las estrellas que vez.

Hoy le pido a Dios.
Que mande mas artistas a este mundo por favor.
Que el arte no se extinga en este mundo sin amor.
Que los niños crezcan escuchando rock n roll.

La luna y el sol que nos pinta atardeceres.
El agua que llega con la lluvia al caer.
El árbol que no para de crecer.
El cielo, Las nubes son las estrellas que vez.

Que los políticos corruptos cambien de posición.
Que los sueños no sean guerras, invasiones o violencia.
Que la avaricia no nos deje sin agua ni sin tierra.

Hoy le pido a Dios.
Que mas personas dejen su zona de confort.
Que crean en sus sueños y le den sentido a esto.
Que la vida no es vida, si no luchas por ello.

Yo no quiero mas cemento.
Prefiero la sombra de este árbol cien años mas viejo.

Hoy le pido a Dios.
Que las montañas de dinero se conviertan en amor.
Que la gente no se divida por su sexo, raza o religión.

Hoy le pido a Dios.
Hoy le pido a Dios
Hoy le pido a Dios
Hoy le pido a usted.



EN:

I don't know if it's the man with the gray beard.
I don't know if it' s the one dressed like that.
I don't know if he's a man or a woman.
I only know that it' s somewhere around here.

The moon and the sun that paints sunsets.
The water that comes with the rain as it falls.
The tree that never stops growing.
The sky, the clouds are the stars you see.

Today I ask God.
To send more artists to this world please.
May art not become extinct in this loveless world.
May children grow up listening to rock n roll.

The moon and the sun that paints sunsets.
The water that comes with the rain as it falls.
The tree that never stops growing.
The sky, the clouds are the stars you see.

That corrupt politicians change their position.
That dreams are not wars, invasions or violence.
May greed not leave us without water or land.

Today I ask God.
That more people leave their comfort zone.
That they believe in their dreams and give meaning to this.
That life is not life if you don't fight for it.

I don't want more cement.
I prefer the shade of this tree a hundred years older.

Today I ask God.
That the mountains of money become love.
May people not be divided by sex, race or religion.

Today I ask God.
Today I ask God
Today I ask God
Today I ask you.

Y'a de la joie

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira
Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira
Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira
Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira
Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado
Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado
Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado
Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado

Não é fácil ver ao tempo que là esta passando
Flutuando em nossas mentes, não quero ver ninguém
E se fosse por mim
Eu ficaria sozinho na minha árvore nunca saindo

Lembrar de você é como esquecer meu coração
Você não deixou o traço do nosso imenso amor

Saber quantas vezes eu poderia ter mudado
Você não quer ver ninguém tampouco ser encontrado

Solidão doi a alma e pode destruí-la
Coração aberto revela novos sentimentos

Little kids running round
Life is like a playground
Waiting for the recess

Kicking balls and marbles
Underneath the tables
To peak bellow the dress

Girls and boys trading toys
pulling on the poney tails

All that fun and all that noise hoping for kiss and tell

My heart bruns harder than the sun

I wanna touch your hand
And hold you close to me
Yeah do you understand , the way that I feel
I just wanna be your boyfriend
Maybe you could be my girlfriend
Pretend that we’re grown ups now