Lyrics of Sólo Soy Historia - El Barrio

Sólo Soy Historia (original)

Vete trankila k como dice la historia
Todo esta consumado
Si he bebido de este caliz, esa fue tu voluntad
Y no la mia
Y mis heridas estan por dentro no estan a simple vista
No estan echas por clavos
No me llamo san pedro pero tu tampoco resulta k te llamas maria
Y si te keda alguna duda ya se k tu engaño
No vale treinta melenas
Y se k e sido un pobre beso k duerme en los regazos
De tu cara de inocencia
Y en este monte y calvario esta noche yo e pensado en una idea
Que yo k te adorado k tanto y tanto te amado
Ya no veo tus venas
Maldito sea kien piense k mi cruz, mi cruz voy llevandola a cuestas
De todos akellos k sabian del engaño y guardaban su silencio
A los k me escuchaban sabiendo k era mi ultima cena
Y mojaban su pan, en el plato callado en el bulto del necio
K ay un mandamiento k kede muy claro k no ablan mis celos
No ay k codiciar, ermano mio, los bienes ajenos
Ahora me voy trankilo, desaogado, limpio por dentro
Pork e resucitado de un infierno pasado
Alli arriba en los cielos
Aba, el cielo esta consumado
Ya solo soy historia, historia
Asi k vete trankila k todo esta consumado
No dejes k tu conciencia recaiga en la duda de sentirte culpable
Doscientos azotes, me den en la espalda
Por tanto entregado
Pero esk kitarme de mi lao a la k me a crucificao
No veas tu k grave
Vete trankila mujer k todo esta consumado
Si he bebido de este caliz, esa fue tu voluntad
Y no la mia
Y mis heridas estan por dentro no estan a simple vista
No estan echas por clavos
Yo no soy san pedro tan solo soy historia
Ni tu eres maria
Y mis heridas estan por dentro no estan a simple vista
No estan echas por clavos
Yo no soy san pedro yo solo soy historia
K yo no soy san pedro ni tu te llamas maria

(translation)

Go quiet k as the story says
everything is consummated
If I have drunk from this chalice, that was your will
and not mine
And my wounds are inside, they are not in plain sight
They are not made by nails
My name is not San Pedro, but it doesn't turn out that your name is Maria either.
And if you have any doubts, I already know your deception
It's not worth thirty manes
And I know it was a poor kiss that sleeps on the laps
of your face of innocence
And on this mountain and calvary tonight I have thought of an idea
That I adored you so much and loved you so much
I no longer see your veins
Damn whoever thinks my cross, I'm carrying my cross on my back
Of all akellos k knew about the deception and kept their silence
Those who listened to me knowing that it was my last supper
And they dipped their bread, in the silent plate in the bulk of the fool
There is a commandment that is very clear that my jealousy does not speak
There is no coveting, my brother, the goods of others
Now I'm going quietly, relieved, clean inside
Pork is risen from a past hell
up there in the skies
Aba, heaven is finished
I'm just history, history
So go calm down and everything is finished
Do not let your conscience fall into the doubt of feeling guilty
Two hundred lashes, hit me in the back
therefore delivered
But esk take me from my side or the one who crucified me
Don't see your serious k
Go quiet woman, everything is finished
If I have drunk from this chalice, that was your will
and not mine
And my wounds are inside, they are not in plain sight
They are not made by nails
I am not San Pedro, I am just history
neither are you maria
And my wounds are inside, they are not in plain sight
They are not made by nails
I am not San Pedro, I am just history
K I am not Saint Peter nor is your name Maria