Song Search

El Cuenta Cuentos (English Version)

by Nach

on Poesia Difusa (2003)

[Chorus 1]
I looked around, as if I was a castaway
I sat down to rest, as if I was a bird
I lit up my cigarette, as if it was the only one
And I felt free, as it I was Summer
I talked to myself, as if I was just dreaming
I hugged my family, as if it was the last one
I tightly closed my eyes, as if i was a king
And I followed my path, as if I was a vagabond

[Verse 1: Nach]
My heart stays in a fast, in a constant Ramadan
It's the dum-dum of the drum of the wizard of the clan
It's another written text, another cry
Another eruption of the volcano, and where will my words go?
Where will these people go?
With suits and ties, luxuries of platinum and crystal
Holding tight to their suitcases with a maternal instinct
Here there's no happy ending,absorbed in darkness, no applause
Just with serious gesture, attentive hate is the effect that I make
Double-H is my fetish, while the night exhausts me
Listen lady, don't reproach me
I'm no yupi or dandi, more like a junkie of calmness
So please calm down and drink some, smoke and escape
Flee side to side with the honest storyteller from the ruins
Let the verse act, penetrate and mark you
What I detest, I form it in manifestation
Between my bros, my dreams, and basketball games I grew up to be me
And 20 years is nothing, says the tango
That's why there's no medals or honors hanging over my chest
Like so, young, clever, and full of energy, looking for my place like a roaming cellphone
And what would I do to be rich?
And if I was rich, what would I do?For who would I kill, or for who would I die?
They're my fulfilled promises in the days I look for my life
I do rap without bragging, what'd you think, son?
It would be easy to boast and talk about myself, my ego, etc, etc
What's hard is to put the world on paper, rhyme at a tempo
Outsmart the time, to spit and make this rap a temple
It's to make your verse into a sword, for example
Like so more handicap after handicap
Wandering through my memory, my longed Belle Epoque
Tell me, is the world at your feet or on your shoulders?
The cars, the drugs, and the hoes make you lose yourself
I know of the secrets that you keep locked up in you
And that's because I had 2 mentors: Mr.Book & Mr. Streets

[Chorus 2]
I looked around, as if I was a bird
I sat down to rest, as if I was the Summer
I lit up my cigarette, as if I was a vagabond
And so I felt free, as if I was a castaway
I talked to myself, as if I was the only one
I hugged my family, as if I was a king
I tightly closed my eyes, as if I was dreaming
And I followed my path, as if it was the last one

[Verse 2: Nach]
I have the essence of he who always responds
It consists of revealing of where the sky and sea kiss
Reveal where the dark truth hides
Come by my side, we're going to look for El Dorado
Look out, look out, if my cards confuse me
And my everlasting love for Hip-Hop sometimes doesn't correspond to me
It's because of the era that I live in, of fairs and carousels
Where everything is attractive, interactive, and addictive
It's a difficult situation if there's too much temptation
Father's at the bar as a player, Mother is staring into a box, brainwashed
And families fall apart, like a tent
While the kids hang at the bar up the street, chatting with bad people
The transformation of the good kid into a delinquent
Fights and quarrels, they've gone down the same path as many, many others do
Manifest, to those few aware minds
In the country of the chronicles, I was looked upon as crazy
I know I'm a minority, inside another minority
Writing down my memories in the mid-afternoon sun
The same phobias bore me, the repetitive lessons of your church
I just watch as your girlfriend oppresses you because she wants the new Nokia
It's normal, it's as easy as breaking pottery pots
I know of many geniuses who are slaves working at factories
And they see their dreams be crushed by the new machines
Always the same tic-tac, the same tears shedded, understand?
Today the asphalt burns and I feel like a coward
For saying 'I love you' way too late, understand?
I was but not anymore, even if you feel that I'm just
Another burden in this city that's apparently absorbing me
Chords, disagreements, what are we?
Monkeys in the technology era, giants on thrones step on gnomes
There's too many slabs of lead on your back
There's way too much on you and your heart plays sad notes, like the blues
Tell me if that's Jesus, the crestfallen dude coming off of the bus
What about you?
Tell me, is the world at your feet or on your shoulders?
The cars, the drugs, and the hoes make you lose yourself
I know of the secrets that you keep locked up in you
And that's because I had 2 mentors: Mr.Book & Mr. Streets
The Storyteller

[Chorus 3]
I looked around, as if I was a vagabond
I sat down to rest, as if I was dreaming
I lit my cigarette,as if I was a castaway
And I felt free, as if I was the only one
I talked to myself, as if I was a king
I hugged my family, as if I was the Summer
I tightly closed my eyes, as if it was the last time
And I followed my path, as if I was a bird

[Outro:]
I looked around, as if I was king
I sat down to rest, as if I was a vagabond
I lit my cigarette, as if it was the last time
And I felt free, as if I was dreaming
I talked to myself , as if I was a castaway
I hugged my family, as if I was the only one
I tightly closed my eyes, as if I was a bird
And I followed my path, as if I was the Summer
The Storyteller