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7 Vírgenes

Ya estas en la calle, el barrio te xana,
Miras pa'atras
Te imaginas el reformatorio en llamas,
¡a chuparla!
SDS, litrona en mano y una moto reventa
Levantala, rixi, vamo a pegarno una kija
E o no, maridia? De campaneo x el barrio
Seguramente me eche de menos el comisario
Un semaforo, ventana abierta, bolso, tentacion
Que tan solo quedo en simple intencion
Santacana se casa, se amarra hasta
El fin de sus dias
El sabra, valla pasada, tano, quien lo diría
En el centro, como lo llevas, hermano?
Lo mejor, ir a tu bola y ser invisible
Pa los malos
Sigue la historia, un centro comercial,
El rixi se pone a xirlar
Siempre esta igual, no va a cambiar
Me van a enmarronar por culpa tuya!
Por una mierda de cartera
No te enteras? No quiero na con patrullas
De vuelta pa casa un vecino para al rixi
Con un radio
El CD que me vendiste no funciona!
No las metío el pin, ese es el fallo
Tas kedao con el, el saber de la calle
Habita en el barrio

A ti, te kea muxo por volar, y al merced
Del viento y poder soñar
Sueña y comparte la luna, que muere de
Pena en su soledad

El brillo de sus ojos le delata, alaba
Cada mirada que Patri le regala
Cada palabra va usada entre sabanas,
Cada sonrisa vehemente
Con la magia especial de un amor adolescente
Killa, nos vemos, me voy con esta gente
Y este a onde va??
Y to los hippies en la piscina stan liandola,
Esta noche a flipar
El rana trae pirulas, ademas, MDMA
En la fiesta del cristal, la que vamos a liar
Noche, fiesta, ciego, vaya vacilon llevamos,
E o no?

A ti, te kea muxo por volar, y al mecer del
Viento y poder soñar
Sueña y comparte la luna, que muere de pena
En su soledad
A ti, te kea muxo x volar y al mecer
Del viento y poder soñar
Por k no seguir volando si entre las
Estrellas ay en libertad??

Le han pegao un puro al canijo
Sí o ke? Kien a sio?
Los puretas de los bloques altos,
Va a llegar la sangre al rio
Montaos en el coche, se acabó, vamos tos pa'alla
Por mi santa madre los puretas se van a cagar
Alli stan sentaos en los veladores,
Vamos to los hippies armaos
Coged piedras, palos, e incluso pitones
La banda sonora la ponen cristales al caer
Entre golpe nos piramos aki
Ya no hay na q hacer
A correr!
Vamos, compi, a la fuga,
Vamos tano apresura
Antes de ke llegue el grupo que esos no dudan
Ahora tangate, tenemos enfrente una picasso
El agente intimida, acelera el paso
Ahora que? Nos jugamos el pellejo?
7 virgenes custodian un espejo,
Ante dos velas centinelas que
Insinuan tu reflejo

7 Virgins

You're back on the streets, the hood's buzzing,
Looking back
Imagining the reformatory in flames,
Screw them all!
SDS, beer in hand and a busted motorbike
Get it up, Rixi, let's go smoke a joint
Right, buddy? Cruising through the hood
The commissioner's probably missing me
A traffic light, open window, purse, temptation
That only stayed a simple intention
Santacana's getting married, tied down until
The end of his days
He knows, crazy change, Tano, who would've thought
Downtown, how's it going, brother?
The best, doing your own thing, being invisible
To the bad guys
The story continues, a shopping mall,
Rixi starts yelling
He's always the same, he won't change
They're gonna bust me because of you!
For a crappy purse
Don't you get it? I don't want anything to do with cops
Back home, a neighbor stops Rixi
With a radio
The CD you sold me doesn't work!
You didn't enter the PIN, that's the problem
You've got it, the street smarts
Live in the hood

You, you have so much left to fly, and at the mercy
Of the wind and the power to dream
Dream and share the moon, which dies of
Sorrow in its solitude

The sparkle in his eyes gives him away, he praises
Every look that Patri gives him
Every word is used between sheets,
Every smile is fervent
With the special magic of teenage love
Killa, see you later, I'm going with these people
And where is this one going??
And all the hippies in the pool are going wild,
Tonight's gonna be crazy
Rana's got pills, plus, MDMA
At the crystal party, the one we're gonna throw
Night, party, wasted, what a blast we're having,
Right?

You, you have so much left to fly, and at the sway of the
Wind and the power to dream
Dream and share the moon, which dies of sorrow
In its solitude
You, you have so much left to fly and at the sway
Of the wind and the power to dream
Why not keep flying if among the
Stars there is freedom??

They beat up the little guy
Yeah, or what? Who did it?
The old farts from the high rises,
There's gonna be blood
Get in the car, it's over, let's all go there
By my holy mother, the old farts are gonna crap themselves
There they are, sitting at the sidewalk cafes,
Let's go, all the hippies, armed
Grab stones, sticks, even crowbars
The soundtrack is provided by falling glass
Between blows, we're getting out of here
There's nothing left to do
Run!
Let's go, buddy, on the run,
Come on, Tano, hurry up
Before the group arrives, those guys don't hesitate
Now duck, we've got a Picasso in front of us
The officer intimidates, quickens his pace
Now what? We risking our necks?
7 virgins guard a mirror,
Before two sentinel candles that
Hint at your reflection