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Mascaras

Mira... le dedico esta canción
A los que no aparentan
A los que se muestran tal como son
A mis amigos
A los sinceros
Mascaras... ou
Musica... musica...
Cuanta gente no se tubo que arrancar el niño para
Que la situacion a su favor 180° girara
Cara a cara camarada nada es real
Mascaras que amparan necias raras formas de pensar
O grito con patica al parecer cariñosito
Que decora con coraje su debil corazoncito
Otro son vistos gorriones ante los ojos del resto
Y no suman mas que 3 escandolos y 4 arrestos
Creyentes modestos, estafadores honestos
Humildes quieren meritos y en los creditos un puesto el malo
Dice que es bueno pero el bueno se hace malo
Por eso aunque resbalo mi propia montaña escalo
A lo mejor quien sabe quizas talves ves alguna persona que sirva
Los demas son repeticiones estafadores que
Cuentan con mas imitaciones que luis silva
Silva a ver si vienen en tu ayuda
Aquel que dijo en el momento dificil
Dale un plato de comida a tu hijo
Te quedas sin aire, me juego a lo que quieras
Que a la hora del mamey aparece quien menos te lo esperas
Será que será lo que no son
Y que son ceramicas de seda en los corazones en los pechos
Será que será del ser humano un robot que
Será programado para sacarle a todo un provecho
De hecho, hay quienes van por la izquierda
Tiene un techo, esta satisfecho, hecho
Y comprendan mas su fecho
Y hey su fecho dice lo contrario

Masks

Listen... I dedicate this song
To those who don't pretend
To those who show themselves as they are
To my friends
To the sincere
Masks... oh
Music... music...
How many people had to cut out the boy in them
So that the situation would turn around in their favor by 180°
Face to face, my comrade, nothing is real
Masks that protect foolish, strange ways of thinking
Or a cry with a foot, apparently affectionate
That decorates his weak little heart with courage
Others are seen as sparrows in the eyes of the rest
And they add up to nothing more than 3 scandals and 4 arrests
Modest believers, honest swindlers
Humble people want merits and a place in the credits, the bad guy
He says he's good, but the good guy turns bad
That's why, even though I slip, I climb my own mountain
Maybe, who knows, perhaps you might see someone who is useful
The others are repeats, scammers who
Have more imitations than Luis Silva
Silva, let's see if they come to your aid
The one who said in the difficult moment
Give a plate of food to your son
You run out of air, I bet you anything
That when the mamey is gone, the one you least expect will show up
Could it be that they are what they are not
And that they are ceramic silks on hearts in chests
Could it be that the human being is a robot
That will be programmed to take advantage of everything
In fact, there are those who go to the left
They have a roof, are satisfied, done
And understand their deed more
And hey, their deed says the opposite