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Yeah, Man Of Gold, Nach are nights in my city,
yeah.
[Zpu>
Wonder where the city has,
Instead of a thousand battles
who fought every day
sea for a missing and a vast majority
browsing walls between myopia
in the city,
works where traffic jams are among the poor,
in the round or in the Coastal Detal
Festival of cultures and classes,
time is money so you'll never be late,
or you down the flash, gas,
looking to the horizon you see the clouds,
coats bison show you who get in the car,
corrupt politicians hide waste,
I see me and tear,
Barna that this step rots
which are rich with impunity,
who is also immune
and the love that unites them,
Marine bank in that doctrine not obey any
artists who seek fortune in corners
and I only way, I see everything and enjoy it,
sometimes so uncomfortable, I feel faint,
in this swarm of contrasts where the sun can go in mourning,
I am the fucking master of the streets and guard posts,
Here everything is infinite, each palpito is a cry,
each a landmark achievement,
each creator a myth
each night in Barcelona is a crime and a pleasure
under the feet of Lucifer, you want to see?
if night stuns us,
two drunks in the city, and Nach ZPU,
no alcohol we collapse,
dawns only long
hotbeds as emeralds,
the love of family that covers us back
when the city rests.
[Chorus & Zpu Nach>
Luxuries and contrasts that make you feel free,
reflections and contrasts with the gift of the unpredictable,
festival, fantasy, night guide, irresistible
further proof that everything is possible here.
Each morning the adventure is served,
and every morning to see how the city looks at us,
your life, my life, your life, my life,
the end is so far behind us sips of rap.
[Nach>
NCB, what do you have?
Crude and the city square
who loves you or hurt when they want,
Today the flight Night Life
with or without this May under spot Life
let me wait one more night.
I keep notes of love and decisions, street manifest
Barna and streets will do the rest,
Do you want to live without limits?
see, the temptation of pleasure,
take your ticket for entry to Eden.
You can get lost in nightclubs dream
ladies design
hover over a cocktail Caribbean
and our reputation is that although we know sometimes lead
where we all know who we are.
Birra sold on the street while you're in the soup,
Nigerian throw kisses broken in ramblas,
strips of wood, will not show affection,
japos scared shirt with Ronaldinho.
We have the antidote, unequivocal,
andalusia come up with Otto tracksuit broken
Mcs idols, a photo and conform,
others give the talk if they Farla transformed.
Who let them loose to compete with Goldman, (hinder)
Norman suffer as psychosis,
drinks, contacts, spasms, girls Erasmus
further stretched as a cactus.
Hippies playing Frisbie, experts pickpockets,
if even the beggars here are artists,
dreadlocks in condal gesture with intellectual tourists
Rabal's buquis jugglers.
Do you want to progress and excesses? Lanzate up here
Barcelona is thus Call? The Place To Be?
I walk out of the cool Garito,
another night in Barcelona for the lazy school.
Club club meando tequila with Redbull,
improvising in the car when the sky is blue.
Nights in Barcelona, two double zero six, my brother ZPU,
After my man, gold ink, major art.
[Chorus & Zpu Nach>
Luxuries and contrasts that make you feel free,
reflections and contrasts with the gift of the unpredictable,
festival, fantasy, night guide, irresistible
further proof that everything is possible here.
Each morning the adventure is served,
and every morning to see how the city looks at us,
your life, my life, your life, my life,
the end is so far behind us sips of rap.
Yeah, it's Man De Oro, the great city,
Nacho my man, are sharing nights at NCB friends.