ACRU & AL2 El Aldeano - DE DONDE VENGO (Video Oficial)

God give me the letter He sent the voice the

ream jumps the script of creation under

the orchestration of the printing press refines my

word in living fencing defend if this

lance remains raised in lost causes

that come I will be the pencil the cure the

slow foam the eyes of auma that

exhume the group of the jungle polishes the

door that educates the one who seeks the return

and finds questions that hide

buries the offering my here the goat

bleeds the safra father of the labra cadabra

of the jaz to massacre the word my

birth chart a message to the Mahatma saves your

souls makes them taste the Hack of The

Cage these classrooms are swift

sauna waters that bathe in pause the

barefoot cause that bleeds the Mandala challenge

tomorrow embody the teaching and

keep the katana in temperance if The

villager speaks to me letters I passed the

recipes that I dreamed of being an athlete in jargon

death see the return of the cassette rows

our faith overturns to be an offering senden

see the light from the other door and bring you

samples in icy black neighborhoods Duel and

fire in the neighborhood interlacing fingers

like creeds of a rosary where the

least echo the lips a

verse is born without a roof for the kids without a

patio and queco hollow of the I have and the

soft text you are mirrors of the

salary in the hard times you sing and

aspire the life of the white man and not

the photo with a candle on the wall of a

saint I come from the pain of my

bar

and the sun hides the

miracles Because there I don't know if Maybe he sees it as

mine Of forgetting where I

come from Because

I come from the pain of my

neighborhood With the pain of my neighborhood

the help they talk about is not at stake

Unfortunately the power never reaches the poor

blind Think about it The thief never

delivers the flower of justice He doesn't

water it If I perish in battle I know that

the gods are waiting for me It's already written

Today I'm going to stain this era with blood

After the war I spend whole weeks in calm

burying heads My demons In their

whisper they sing Victory because in a

war calm is more useful than

Euphoria among so many warriors who live

looking for Glory carrying with an axe

writing on their skin my story

panic in their eyes flower in their hair

night on earth my sabre their

necks I ask you what you prefer

not to be guided by them the luxuries of the King or

the gift with which the plebiscite was born the

Horizon trembles my pack comes blood

on the swords an ambush the haunted fog

my sacred land withdrawn

nothing will remain neither witch nor At the end of the

story there are no more seasons in the

early mornings it is the eyes the sky that

guide my combat instincts Towards The

sleeplessness accustomed to creating

enormous catastrophes in each Duel where

my steps are felt they take flight I have

the pain of my neighborhood The park of

broken dreams where very few are those who will

escape and share their light with

others never play the

sacred no no the word has

weight in the letter in the form or in the

roots They are not only truths Brother, I am the

one who says them

I come from the neighborhood giving you my

inspiration and that is enough for me I

come from the pain of my

neighborhood and

my solc

miracle

because I don't know if maybe I'll

try I don't allow that Of forgetting where I come from

I come Because

I come from the pain of my

neighborhood