Lyrics of Miguel - La Fuga

Miguel (original)

Miguel duerme en la calle Juan xxiii
Por la tarde lo ver?
S tocando en la principal
Su guitarra, siempre fiel, duerme junto a?
L Lo que saca, para comer y para beber
Canta un coraz?
N que est?
Cansado de vivir
Siempre fuera de control
Busca una ilusi?
N que le vuelva hacer re?
Are
S?
Lo tiene una canci?
N Si hace fr?
O abr?
Gate con cartones
Y la piel ya arrugada
Sabe que es el precio de nacer
Tan lejos del dinero, tan lejos del poder,
Ayer Miguel se fue:
A su entierro no fue ning?
N rey,
Nadie llor?
Por?
L Su guitarra se call?, pero su voz,
A?
N la puedo o?
Are por la calle mayor

(translation)

Miguel sleeps on Juan xxiii street
In the afternoon see him?
S playing on the main
His guitar of him, always faithful, sleeps next to?
L What he takes out, to eat and to drink
Sing a heart?
What is it?
Tired of living
always out of control
Looking for an illusion?
N what do you do re?
Are
Yes?
What has a song?
N If he does fr?
or abr?
gate with cardboard
And the already wrinkled skin
You know what the price of being born is
So far from money, so far from power,
Yesterday Miguel left:
At his funeral he was not ning?
n king,
Nobody cried?
For?
L His guitar was silent?, but his voice,
A?
I can't or?
Are down the main street