Lyrics and translation Lírico - De Vuelta Al Pasado

De Vuelta Al Pasado

Yo era un chaval que iba contento a la escuela
Enamorao de una famosa actriz de telenovela
Yo me fijé que la besaban sin pedir permiso
Yo hice lo mismo, y me comí un cachete sin previo aviso
No quiero decir que fuera un trasto
Esos domingos de compras con mi familia en el rastro
Me peinaba la abuela, salía de casa decente
Crecí y viví andando solo entre la gente
Como ausente, mirada inocente
Cualquiera miente, el primer golpe en la frente
Y la primera putada
Yo hasta entonces yo solo jugaba
Dedicaba goles a la grada.
En invierno futbolín o billares
En verano esos baños en las municipales
Aprendiendo en el barrio lo que nadie te explica
Cómo acercarse a una chica
Un orgasmo era salir sin pagar del Prica.
Había una radio estación, un banco y un loro
Hablando en clave, te burlabas de todo
Bastaba un gesto
¿Y que? si estamos mal de lo nuestro
Marginados, nosotros y el resto
Saliendo a la calle -despreocupados-
Demasiados recuerdos sagrados
Algunos pecados, que dios nos pille confesados.
De vuelta al pasado, la vista atrás del que vive marcado
Comprometido, por mas que todo ha cambiado
Distraido muchas veces otras ocupado
No me he olvidado, lo traigo dedicado.
De vuelta al pasado, la vista atrás del que vive marcado
Comprometido, por mas que todo ha cambiado
Distraido muchas veces otras ocupado
No me he olvidado, lo traigo dedicado.
De vuelta al pasado.
Es el barrio Jesus, el Picarral
La zona arrabal
Es el Act-Tour, la margen izquierda chaval.
Yo era del bando de los chicos con granos
Nos haciamos llamar criminales urbanos
Se masticaba en los recreos, no jodas con raperos
Me pedian las chuletas los que iban pa' ingenieros
Aun no salía de fiesta -(no)
Quien algo quiere algo le cuesta
Dije firmando mi primer presta-mo
Va una caja ritmo es de segunda mano
Narraba mis hazañas, cual corrido mexicano
Y no, no es un discurso ordinario
Volar es facil, decian los chicos del barrio
Cuando un porro dejo de ser un enigma
Volviendo a casa borrachos pero de forma muy digna
Un dia un colega volvia solo y sin gen-te
Le asaltaron a atracar de repen-te
Cambio la cosa rapidamente
Mientras eran mas con esos tragos de mas
Creianse valientes.
Por no recordar cuando me las comi
Hoy vi un (¿derrock?) y se que reza por mi
Y si recuerdo a los demas me tienen pa'lo que quieran
Otros dejaron ya de ser lo que eran.
Uno por cada uno de los viejos soldados
Dos por los antiguos colegas casados
Son demasiados recuerdos sagrados
Algunospecados, que dios nos pille confesados.
De vuelta al pasado, la vista atrás del que vive marcado
Comprometido, por mas que todo ha cambiado
Distraido muchas veces otras ocupado
No me he olvidado, lo traigo dedicado.
De vuelta al pasado, la vista atrás del que vive marcado
Comprometido, por mas que todo ha cambiado
Distraido muchas veces otras ocupado
No me he olvidado, lo traigo dedicado.
De vuelta al pasado.

Back to the Past

I was a kid who went to school happy
In love with a famous soap opera actress
I noticed they kissed her without asking permission
I did the same thing, and I ate a slap without warning
I don't want to say I was a brat
Those Sundays shopping with my family at the flea market
Grandma combed my hair, I left the house decent
I grew up and lived walking alone among people
Like absent, innocent look
Anyone lies, the first blow to the forehead
And the first fuck up
I until then I just played
He dedicated goals to the stands.
In winter table football or billiards
In summer those baths in the municipal
Learning in the neighborhood what no one explains to you
How to approach a girl
An orgasm was getting out without paying from the Prica.
There was a radio station, a bank and a parrot
Speaking in code, you made fun of everything
A gesture was enough
So what? if we are bad at our own
Marginalized, us and the rest
Going out -carefree-
Too many sacred memories
Some sins, may God catch us confessed.
Back to the past, looking back from the one who lives marked
Committed, even though everything has changed
Distracted many times other busy
I have not forgotten, I bring it dedicated.
Back to the past, looking back from the one who lives marked
Committed, even though everything has changed
Distracted many times other busy
I have not forgotten, I bring it dedicated.
Back to the past.
It's the Jesus neighborhood, the Picarral
The suburban area
It's the Act-Tour, the left bank kid.
I was from the band of the boys with pimples
We called ourselves urban criminals
It was chewed in recess, don't fuck with rappers
They asked me for the chops, those who went to engineers
I still wasn't partying -(no)
He who wants something costs him something
I said signing my first loan
It's a second hand rhythm box
He narrated my exploits, like a Mexican corrida
And no, it's not an ordinary speech
Flying is easy, said the guys in the neighborhood
When a joint ceased to be an enigma
Going home drunk but in a very dignified way
One day a colleague came back alone and without people
They jumped him to mug him suddenly
Things changed rapidly
While they were more with those extra drinks
They thought they were brave.
Not to remember when I ate them
Today I saw a (¿derrock?) and I know he prays for me
And if I remember the others, they have me for whatever they want
Others have stopped being what they were.
One for each of the old soldiers
Two for the former married colleagues
There are too many sacred memories
Some sins, may God catch us confessed.
Back to the past, looking back from the one who lives marked
Committed, even though everything has changed
Distracted many times other busy
I have not forgotten, I bring it dedicated.
Back to the past, looking back from the one who lives marked
Committed, even though everything has changed
Distracted many times other busy
I have not forgotten, I bring it dedicated.
Back to the past.