Lyrics of Los Años Luz - Nach

Los Años Luz (original)

Das para recordar, algo por lo que luchar, їQu tienes t?
Sueos que nadie rompi, a solas un micro y yo, los aos luz.
Ahora tengo compaa en las maanas fras, alguien me ama, ya pague todas mis
deudas con la fama, y me quede sin blanca, fui monarca en mi comarca,
ahora me entreno sin freno pa batir todas las marcas.
Fluyo en esta cuerda
floja hasta a la pata coja, les enoja ver mi estilo sobre alfombras rojas,
pero el xito es frgil y cae, no me atrae, solo trae algodones, y yo sangro
asfalto a borbotones.
No acepto imitaciones ni limitaciones, solo,
tuve visiones que plasme en canciones, solo, practico la alegra y no es un capricho cualquiera, un da descubr que cuanto mas la gastas ms te queda,
ms madera, que la guerra es cruel, mi papel en la vida es poner mi vida en el papel, y acudo a el como terapia, y eludo a inopia, mientras evito que mis das
sean fras fotocopias.
Fiestas, viajes, horas entre un paisaje ajeno,
haciendo de escenarios un antdoto al veneno de vivir sin freno y sentirme
lleno, haciendo que mi publico suba sus manos al cielo.
Gracias por seguirme,
por hacer ruido si os lo pido, latinos placidos al ver todo lo que he vivido,
es el sentido de mi vida y la defino como un look, como el camino que elegimos
dese el parto hasta el atad, los aos luz.
Das para recordar, algo por lo que luchar, їQu tienes t?
Sueos que nadie rompi, a solas un micro y yo, los aos luz.
Nunca pens, supe crecer, sobre un papel puse mi vida.
Y si otra vez, fueran a ser, se que nada cambiaria.
Los aos luz…
Das para recordar, algo por lo que luchar, їQu tienes t?
Sueos que nadie rompi, a solas un micro y yo, los aos luz.
Nunca pens, supe crecer, sobre un papel puse mi vida.
Y si otra vez, fueran a ser, se que nada cambiaria.
Los aos luz…

(translation)

Days to remember, something to fight for, what do you have?
Dreams that no one broke, just a microphone and me, the light years.
Now I have company in the cold mornings, someone loves me, I already paid all my
debts with fame, and I was left penniless, I was a monarch in my region,
now I train without brake to beat all the marks.
I flow on this rope
lazy even on one leg, it makes them angry to see my style on red carpets,
but success is fragile and falls, it does not attract me, it only brings cotton, and I bleed
spurting asphalt.
I do not accept imitations or limitations, only,
I had visions that I captured in songs, alone, I practice happiness and it is not just any whim, one day I discovered that the more you spend it, the more you have left,
more wood, that war is cruel, my role in life is to put my life on paper, and I go to it as therapy, and avoid being inopia, while I prevent my days
be cold photocopies.
Parties, trips, hours between a foreign landscape,
making scenarios an antidote to the poison of living without brakes and feeling
full, making my audience raise their hands to the sky.
Thanks for follow me,
for making noise if I ask you, placid Latinos seeing everything I've experienced,
It is the meaning of my life and I define it as a look, as the path we choose
give birth to the coffin, the light years.
Days to remember, something to fight for, what do you have?
Dreams that no one broke, just a microphone and me, the light years.
I never thought, I knew how to grow up, I put my life on paper.
And if they were to be again, I know nothing would change.
The light years...
Days to remember, something to fight for, what do you have?
Dreams that no one broke, just a microphone and me, the light years.
I never thought, I knew how to grow up, I put my life on paper.
And if they were to be again, I know nothing would change.
The light years...