From:
Journey in the Valley of the right and wrong,
desperation and adversities, I knew them all.
Feelin? the sadness, coming like a storm,
but my senses know the path so I could come along.
Deep down in the city you hear guns and police,
insecurity is what rules on the street.
Many people know the way but they are drawn in despair,
the rich man, the poor man, no one seems to care.
Yes, I remember a message that was send to me,
never surrender against politics.
?Cause politicians confuse innocent citizens,
make the believe things that don?t make no sense.
It?s time to run, from negativity.
It?s time to find, a true society.
It?s time to escape, from your corruption.
It?s time to find, a true redemption.
...from Cocofunka to the nation.
Sobre la avenida de tu propia ciudad,
veo la imagen clara de una cruel realidad.
Gente que se mata por migajas de pan,
Y otros que le sobra y prefieren botar.
Por que ahora salta un ignorante y por llamar la atención,
saca su revolver y me disparó.
Lo ve la policía y lo logra apresar,
pero esa misma noche tiene su libertad.
It?s time to run, from negativity.
It?s time to find, a true society.
It?s time to escape, from your corruption.
It?s time to find, a true redemption.
...from Cocofunka to the nation.
Let good times flow......
Translate to:
Journey in the Valley of the right and wrong,
desperation and adversities, I knew them all.
Feelin? the sadness, coming like a storm,
but my senses know the path so I could come along.
Deep down in the city you hear guns and police,
insecurity is what rules on the street.
Many people know the way but they are drawn in despair,
the rich man, the poor man, no one seems to care.
Yes, I remember a message that was send to me,
never surrender against politics.
?Cause politicians confuse innocent citizens,
make the believe things that don?t make no sense.
It?s time to run, from negativity.
It?s time to find, a true society.
It?s time to escape, from your corruption.
It?s time to find, a true redemption.
...from Cocofunka to the nation.
Sobre la avenida de tu propia ciudad,
veo la imagen clara de una cruel realidad.
Gente que se mata por migajas de pan,
Y otros que le sobra y prefieren botar.
Por que ahora salta un ignorante y por llamar la atención,
saca su revolver y me disparó.
Lo ve la policía y lo logra apresar,
pero esa misma noche tiene su libertad.
It?s time to run, from negativity.
It?s time to find, a true society.
It?s time to escape, from your corruption.
It?s time to find, a true redemption.
...from Cocofunka to the nation.
Let good times flow......