〈I’ve been so many places
I’ve been so many places
I’ve been so many places
In my life and time…〉
Caminando en Brooklyn bridge, cero speech y cero lora
Esquivando la mirada petulante de esa señora
Que sabe que esta cara es como de Juan Angola…
Pero ella nunca ha estado ni en Caño del Oro, ni en Bora Bora
Mi cuerpo en muchos places, pero no mi cora
El olfato sigue rastros de memoria como la aulladora
Preso, frente a la estatua de la libertad se llora
No hay que explicarlo, la ironía se interpreta sola
El tiempo vuela, pero en aerolíneas de concord
Aquí las horas no pasan, te devoran;
Se demora lo que añoras, con el humo se evapora…
Del tren su ventanilla, es el paisaje que te ignora
Nah!
Is not a space esa condición interna
La forma en que interpretas la distancia, tu caverna
Usando cocuyos como linterna vale que aprendas
Que por el “subthe” brotha’ no hay quien te defienda
Un shout out para la Golden People
Bajó la nieve me rescató resolviendo ese chico
En un sofá de Patterson, four y four y pico…
New Yersey fué el inicio de la historia que te explico
〈I’ve been so many places
I’ve been so many places
I’ve been so many places
In my life and time…〉
Con sopitas Maruchan, a veces con poco se puede
Perritos calientes de un dólar, Seven Eleven;
¿A dónde van los peces de ese río cuando no beben?
Pregunta por el “Care’ Vaca” ellos te lo tienen
Tiempo de “blesses y corses”
Caminando con lobos, corriendo con orcos desde entonces
La playa congelá de Long Beach, diferente…
No lo intenten, con Cartacho, mejor que no forcen
El “qué te paro”, te tiran por el piquete raro
El poli te para, me mira pero yo no le paro
El sueño americano es vivir con sueño, hermano…
Se dice muerto en vida en costeñol o en castellano
Diez mil personas pero te sientes solo, es raro
El Time Square siempre está lleno, pero está olvidado;
Les gusta la nieve, siempre en sentido figurado…
Hasta que haces de albañil; ¿A cómo?, Menos diez grados
He estado en muchos lados, obstraído y congelado
Con Jeremías en la cisterna y Salomón en el prado
Una constante he visto meditando en mi pasado…
Los paisajes cambian, pero Dios nunca me ha abandonado
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Lugares Lyrics English
〈I’ve Been So Many Places
I’ve Been So Many Places
I’ve Been So Many Places
In my life and time …〉
Walking in Brooklyn Bridge, Zero Speech and Zero Lora
Dodging the petulant look of that lady
Who knows that this face is like Juan Angola …
But she has never been in a gold pipe, or in Bora Bora
My body in many plates, but not my chance
Smell follows memory traces such as the howler
Imprisoned, in front of the statue of freedom is cried
Do not explain it, irony is interpreted alone
Time flies, but in Concord airlines
Here the hours do not pass, they devour you;
It takes what you long for, with the smoke it evaporates …
From the train its window, it is the landscape that ignores you
Nah!
Is not a space that internal condition
The way you interpret the distance, your cave
Using Cocuyos as a flashlight, you should learn
That for the “subthe” brotha ‘there is no one to defend you
A shout out for the Golden People
He lowered the snow rescued me solving that boy
On a Patterson, Four and Four and Pico sofa …
New Yersey was the beginning of the story that I explain
〈I’ve Been So Many Places
I’ve Been So Many Places
I’ve Been So Many Places
In my life and time …〉
With Maruchan soups, sometimes you can
Hot dollar dogs, Seven Eleven;
Where do the fish of that river go when they don’t drink?
Ask for the “Care ‘Vaca” they have it
“Blesses and Corseses” time
Walking with wolves, running with orcs since then
Long Beach’s Free Beach, different …
Do not try, with Cartracho, better not force
The “What I stop”, they throw you through the weird picket
The poli stops you, looks at me but I don’t stop
The American dream is living with sleep, brother …
It is said dead in life in Costeñol or Spanish
Ten thousand people but you feel alone, it’s weird
Time Square is always full, but it is forgotten;
They like snow, always figuratively …
Until you do mason; How? Minus ten degrees
I’ve been on many sides, obsted and frozen
With Jeremiah in the cistern and Solomon in the meadow
A constant I’ve seen meditating in my past …
Landscapes change, but God has never abandoned me
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