 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Saben Nada de Mí , by - Endecah. Song from the album En Mi Interior, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Saben Nada de Mí , by - Endecah. Song from the album En Mi Interior, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.06.2016
Record label: Believe
Song language: Spanish
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Saben Nada de Mí , by - Endecah. Song from the album En Mi Interior, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Saben Nada de Mí , by - Endecah. Song from the album En Mi Interior, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп| No Saben Nada de Mí(original) | 
| No saben nada de mí | 
| Y vuelven a hablar | 
| No saben nada de mí | 
| Y no callarán | 
| No saben nada de mí ni de donde salí ni hacia donde me fui | 
| No saben nada de mí ni por qué estoy aquí ni lo que yo viví | 
| No saben nada de mí y aún así creen ser jueces de lo que escribí | 
| No saben ni la mitad de la mierda de acoso en edad escolar | 
| De cambiar de colegio, ser la novedad y volver a tener que tragar | 
| Y soñar con que todo termine | 
| O ser otro más y que nadie te mire | 
| No saben nada de mí, tampoco lo saben de mi familia | 
| Hablan por hablar y no saben nada de lo que hemos tenido que lidiar | 
| Que mi madre cayó enferma por querer darme un futuro mejor | 
| Que mi padre se despierta cuando todavía duerme el sol | 
| No saben nada mi | 
| No saben nada de eso | 
| No saben nada del bullying ni de lo que es tener sobrepeso | 
| No saben que es que te miren distinto | 
| Que se rían hasta de como caminas | 
| De como respiras y miras y que te peguen por instinto | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Dicen)(Di, Di) | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Largan, Cuentan) x3 | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Nada, Cuentan) | 
| Dicen, pero no conocen nada de lo que cuentan esas voces | 
| No puedes conocerme, si ni siquiera hemos tenido un roce… | 
| No sabes nada de José | 
| Hablas de Cyclo y Cyclo | 
| Solo existen altavoces, así que cuidado con aquello que toses | 
| Un chico de barrio, en su habitación tiene su santuario | 
| Un bloc, una radio, y su sueño de estar sobre un escenario | 
| Horas y horas bolígrafo en mano escribiendo a la vez que cuido de mi hermano | 
| Quien diría que no sería en vano, todos eso días, inviernos, veranos | 
| Sobre melodías, violín, bombo, caja y piano… | 
| Viajando en urbano, como un caballero con rimas armado | 
| Y no puedes saber todo lo que he luchado | 
| Si no has pisado por donde he pasado | 
| Yo no mire como Antonio manchado | 
| Seguiré aquí aunque me crean exiliado | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Dicen)(Di, Di) | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Largan, Cuentan) x3 | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Nada, Cuentan) | 
| Avanzó a cada instante pero tengo un recuerdo lejano | 
| Que si sigo es por mi, joder, pero ¿vez? | 
| Me encanta lo que hago | 
| No saben nada de mi y así se pasan criticando | 
| Que yo decido con quien me junto, valoro si seguir caminando | 
| Que no todo es tan sencillo, como pinta en esa portada | 
| Porque cada carga de hoy, supone trabas cada mañana | 
| Y ves que el peso de la mundo nos hace caer, y nos pone esas cadenas | 
| Valora tener a alguien que entienda cuando hablas solo en la cena | 
| Sentir cada retazo nuestro compone lo que seremos | 
| Y no los ves pero es el esfuerzo hacia la música que aprendí solo | 
| Y es que sin ella no vivo, sin ella no estoy, mi vida no tiene sentido | 
| Y que otras personas lo entiendan hace que me lleven consigo | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Dicen)(Di, Di) | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Largan, Cuentan) x3 | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Nada, Cuentan) | 
| No saben nada de mi, pero se atreven a juzgarme | 
| No saben nada de mi y si, hoy quieren abrazarme | 
| Jamás soñé, poder llegar, poder volar y acariciar el arte | 
| Que me ha dado la vida y aveces me ha hecho suspirar | 
| Tampoco saben de mi el dolor que he sufrido en mi espalda | 
| Tres años casi sin andar, peleando por mis ganas | 
| Queriendo dar todo y a pesar de todo, hoy sigo con todo que créeme no es poco | 
| Buscando el camino apartando las piedras cosiendo a mi alma que sigue en la | 
| quiebra | 
| No saben nada de mi, de esta locura que me aplasta | 
| De ver menguar la vida de quien dio mi vida y ya está | 
| Bien de tanto valorar, si no conocen la verdad | 
| Has de saber que me importa una mierda, si pierdo un juego en el que quiero | 
| estar | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Dicen)(Di, Di) | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Largan, Cuentan) x3 | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Nada, Cuentan) | 
| No saben nada de la soledad, cuando eres nuevo en otra ciudad | 
| No saben nada de mi, ni de lo que he podido llorar y gritar | 
| De que me sentía culpable y me quedé muerto en aquel hospital | 
| De que cuanto más tiempo pasaba necesitaba más orfidal | 
| No sabe que es que te obliguen a hacerlo, querer morirte y dejarlo | 
| Sentirte un fracaso sin serlo | 
| No saben nada de lo que he trabajado, para llegar hasta aquí | 
| De que me he dejado la espalda fregando en un bar cada semana sin poder salir | 
| de ahí | 
| No saben que es llevar ropa usada, de tu vecino, ni saben nada | 
| No saben que es dejarte la vida en lograrlo, perseguir tu sueño y forjarlo | 
| Y que te cierren otra puerta más, ser la vergüenza del rap español | 
| Porque los de arriba no se mojan y hay público que es aún peor | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Dicen)(Di, Di) | 
| (No saben nada de mí) | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Largan, Cuentan) x3 | 
| (Hablan, Dicen, Nada, Cuentan) | 
| (translation) | 
| they know nothing about me | 
| And they talk again | 
| they know nothing about me | 
| And they won't shut up | 
| They don't know anything about me or where I came from or where I went | 
| They don't know anything about me or why I'm here or what I experienced | 
| They don't know anything about me and yet they think they are judges of what I wrote | 
| They don't know the half of the school-age bullying shit | 
| Of changing schools, being the novelty and having to swallow again | 
| And dream that everything ends | 
| Or be another one and that nobody looks at you | 
| They don't know anything about me, neither do they know about my family | 
| They talk to talk and they don't know anything about what we've had to deal with | 
| That my mother fell ill for wanting to give me a better future | 
| That my father wakes up when the sun is still sleeping | 
| They don't know anything about me | 
| They don't know anything about it | 
| They know nothing about bullying or what it is to be overweight | 
| They don't know what it is that they look at you differently | 
| That they laugh even at how you walk | 
| How you breathe and look and being hit by instinct | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They say)(Say, Say) | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They talk, they say, they start, they count) x3 | 
| (They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) | 
| They say, but they know nothing of what those voices say | 
| You can't know me, if we haven't even had a touch... | 
| You don't know anything about José | 
| You talk about Cyclo and Cyclo | 
| There are only speakers, so be careful what you cough | 
| A neighborhood boy, in his room he has his sanctuary | 
| A pad, a radio, and his dream of being on stage | 
| Hours and hours pen in hand writing while taking care of my brother | 
| Who would say that it would not be in vain, all those days, winters, summers | 
| About melodies, violin, bass drum, snare and piano… | 
| Traveling in urban, like a knight with rhymes armed | 
| And you can't know all that I've struggled | 
| If you haven't stepped where I've been | 
| I don't look like Antonio spotted | 
| I will continue here even if they think I am exiled | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They say)(Say, Say) | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They talk, they say, they start, they count) x3 | 
| (They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) | 
| It advanced every moment but I have a distant memory | 
| That if I continue it's because of me, damn it, but see? | 
| I love what I do | 
| They don't know anything about me and so they spend criticizing | 
| That I decide who I get together with, I value whether to continue walking | 
| That not everything is as simple as it looks on that cover | 
| Because every load today, supposes obstacles every morning | 
| And you see that the weight of the world makes us fall, and puts those chains on us | 
| Appreciate having someone who understands when you talk alone at dinner | 
| Feeling each piece of ours composes what we will be | 
| And you don't see them but it's the effort towards music that I learned alone | 
| And it's that I don't live without her, I'm not here without her, my life has no meaning | 
| And that other people understand it makes them take me with them | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They say)(Say, Say) | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They talk, they say, they start, they count) x3 | 
| (They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) | 
| They don't know anything about me, but they dare to judge me | 
| They don't know anything about me and yes, today they want to hug me | 
| I never dreamed, to be able to arrive, to be able to fly and caress art | 
| That has given me life and sometimes has made me sigh | 
| They also don't know about me the pain I've suffered in my back | 
| Three years almost without walking, fighting for my desire | 
| Wanting to give everything and despite everything, today I continue with everything, which, believe me, is not little | 
| Looking for the path, separating the stones, sewing my soul that continues in the | 
| bankruptcy | 
| They don't know anything about me, about this madness that crushes me | 
| To see the life of the one who gave my life diminish and that's it | 
| Well valued so much, if they don't know the truth | 
| You have to know that I don't give a shit, if I lose a game in which I want | 
| to be | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They say)(Say, Say) | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They talk, they say, they start, they count) x3 | 
| (They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) | 
| They know nothing about loneliness, when you're new in another town | 
| They do not know anything about me, nor about what I have been able to cry and shout | 
| That I felt guilty and I stayed dead in that hospital | 
| That the more time passed I needed more orfidal | 
| He doesn't know what it is to be forced to do it, to want to die and leave it | 
| Feeling like a failure without being one | 
| They don't know a thing I've worked, to get here | 
| That I have left my back scrubbing in a bar every week without being able to go out | 
| from there | 
| They do not know what it is to wear used clothes, from your neighbor, nor do they know anything | 
| They do not know what it is to leave your life to achieve it, pursue your dream and forge it | 
| And that they close another door for you, be the shame of Spanish rap | 
| Because those from above don't get wet and there is an audience that is even worse | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They say)(Say, Say) | 
| (they don't know anything about me) | 
| (They talk, they say, they start, they count) x3 | 
| (They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) |