LYRICS GAME

I'm the son of María and Jesús

The one from Alcalá and the one from Algeciras

I'm the youngest of two

My older brother, of August

Of December 18, me

I was always introverted

I was scared, I was out of it

I liked poetry, flamenco and my hideout

I didn't have many friends, it wasn't from navel-gazing

It was that what was inside drew me more than what was outside

What I had tucked inside

I sometimes played in the neighborhood so I wouldn't seem weird

But I didn't fit well with the bad guys

Who ruled in the suburbs

I always saw myself as odd, I was ashamed to stand up in class

At the blackboard, anyone shrank me by mocking me

I wanted guitar and sound

But at the desk in the sun

With my classmate I played at being the cockiest

Me chubby and him skinny

At school I played the tough guy

Thinking that way they wouldn't hit me anymore

But I took the blows in the street

And in the heart and on the landings

I wanted guitar and sound

But at the desk in the sun

With my classmate I played at being the cockiest

My dad played in a band

My mom fought in the house

How many times did I see her cry because she was losing the battle?

And when her impotence exploded

It stuck in my soul

And in my ribs with those silver screams

Don't misunderstand me, my mom was a lifesaver

And my dad, though absent, also fought life

I didn't like soccer

I'd make myself the goalie on my imaginary stage

I always won six-nil

We were going through hard times

But we had balls

To beat fear for a little piece of sky

Life noticed me and I started to dream big

After all, to stay the same

My lip was already in blood

I didn't believe in miracles

Nor that I could make it

Besides, there were already people dumping water by buckets on you

But I insisted in a way

That still today leaves me frozen

I didn't want anything

But I went after it swimming

I knew that music was what would pull me out of the mud

As if it were the ring

That that guy they call Frodo was looking for

And suddenly I saw myself climbing onto a stage

People I didn't know singing my little songs

And I decided to give thanks, to always do whatever's in my hand

To thank life for such a gift

I've already spent 30 years devoted to this dream

That started as effort, illusion, choice and longing

And that's me, to sum up, since I can reason

I don't try to fool anybody

But to write my song

Amid so many lies

You don't know how I thank

The breath of truth that spins

Around you I wake up

Now that everything's appearance

I value in its fair measure

The authenticity of your presence

At the dawn of my life