Would you die for me? Would you die for me?
I could forget about the GRAMMYS
Of the suits, of the envelopes
Of the Sony, of the parties in Miami
I could forget about first class tickets
Go back to be Crema, a hundred people at the party
I could go back to ground zero and listen to my landlord
Fight for his money on the ladder
Inside my apartment, thirty square meters
Between Estrecho and Alvarado I would write another poem
Would you die for me? Would you die for me?
Would you revive the legend?
For me, would you die for me?
Would you revive the legend?
For me, would you die for me?
Would you revive the legend?
For me, would you die for me?
I wouldn't write all this shit
I don't believe in destiny, I only believe in the path
But I know that I'm the man, bitch, I'm the chosen one
At the awards they've changed the seats and neighbors
But the son of a bitch always goes with those he came with
The normal thing would be to call those who really win
The company has ideas, the market asks for more
I prefer a coffin, ashes in the sea
Than to run a lot and forget those who come behind
They would die for me, they would die for me, they would die for me
They would die for me, they would die for me, they would die for me
I could forget about the GRAMMYS
Of the suits, of the envelopes
Of the Sony, of the parties in Miami
I could forget about first class tickets
Go back to be Crema, a hundred people at the party
I could go back to ground zero and listen to my landlord
Fight for his money on the ladder
Inside my apartment, thirty square meters
Between Estrecho and Alvarado I would write another poem
Would you die for me? Would you die for me?
Would you revive the legend?
For me, would you die for me?
Would you revive the legend?
For me, would you die for me?
Would you revive the legend?
For me, would you die for me?
I wouldn't write all this shit