Crónica de Un Nacimiento
Calle 13
Chronicle of a Birth
On November twenty-ninth, two thousand five
By accident, the resident was born
The resident suddenly took over the media
Almost like a heist
He slipped into the body of a young guy
In Trujillo Alto
He turned young Rene Perez
Into his puppet
He ripped away his last name
Took away his whole identity
Stole his family
Took his girlfriend
Tied his head
To a trunk full of all his phobias
He put a gun in his mouth
And two rifles in each ear
(Don't kill me)
(Shut up, I don't want complaints
And don't raise your eyebrows)
The resident screamed, going crazy
Waking up everyone asleep in that world
With a knife, the resident ripped the skin off his face
Young Rene Perez was barely breathing
He told the resident with courage and disgust
(Now I'm going to unplug the studio cables)
Like magic, the Resident disappeared
Into those worlds
Confusing
No one saw him again
And without music
The resident Calle Trece can't exist
Listening to him
Is the only way to bring him back to life
Some idiot had to come
And listen to his music
For the resident Calle Trece
To visit us again
