Gatuno (part. Sazack)

Oh how beautiful the dawn is
I find myself wondering if I should take another drag
Please bring me much more of this stuff
(Hey, Tulio, don't get in my way, damn it)

I never cared about glitches, no, nothing
I'm just quiet because I got into trouble
And the notification arrived
It's the feds knocking on the gate
And they want to confiscate my house

Since, deep down, I didn't really do anything
They set a trap
Wearing holey sneakers, an expensive shirt and baggy pants
Send down the kite and the trout is coming towards the beach

On the beach, I'm on Alaia beach
They think I'm a prey, but I'm a cat burglar's eyes
Rifles cocked inside them a whisper
Will he lie down or fall, stay or go?
Eyes fixed on me as if I were a world

I love living in this world
And this world is ours
I love to assert myself because I can do anything
I can because I like it

Since life made me like this
Living her life is so much easier for me
Petals throw me into the experiences I couldn't live
Such more beautiful things

Something written in rhyme
My dear, I present to you the taste of the bandit life
I'm sorry, I'm more me
Something like living dreams in a world of Morpheus

I'd rather be innocent than that's how we grew up
I see the purity in the eyes that has already lost everything (huh)
I am more me
Paths to follow and things to do

Strength to fight and strength to lose
I know what it's like to kill and I know what it's like to die
I have times to come, mountains to descend
But if one day you call me, I don't know how to answer

I have time to fly, and time to live
But if life waits for me, I have no reason to run
How do I run from myself? How do I run from myself?
How do I run from myself? How do I run from myself?

So tell me how do I run from myself?
I carry fear in my backpack and so on
For a long time I lived like this
But no more, no more

I've walked places I should run
Life always presses me and I have no one to turn to
Every question I hear I always say why?
And if one day I hurt you I promise to bring you a bouquet

Life was never meant for me, but in the end I made it so
Living between the alleys and the streets
I learned to live
I learned to suffer

My dear, I present to you the taste of the bandit life
I see and read my life like pages
From a book that tells the story of sorrows and regrets
I learned what it is to love
I learned what love is
And so I ask you, can I carry your pain?