Superstitions, I never read comic books, legends, or myths
An old woman said Kendo is cursed, and J says it’s a lie, a killer
Doesn’t think about the dead or lie down feeling their screams. I, as a kid,
Used to lock myself inside a big warm drum because the closet shadow
Only spoke of suicide. I never answered because my grandfather told me
About traps, demons, and snares. There’s something under my bed, and I stay awake,
So since then, I always sleep with the mattress on the floor, daydreaming.
I wonder if it’s true that there are people with the power to
Transport the dead so that friends who haven’t died can see
My first concert live… my first concert… my first
Concert… see my first concert live.
Don Omar:
Is it true that I’ll die and rise to heaven without wings to dwell,
Or will my soul wander without rest, becoming a tormented soul in the
Darkness? I don’t know if it’s real that I’ll see hell, if I don’t confess
My mortal sin. Where did those go who said they would never
Leave me? Can you tell me if there is anyone who
Will come soon? I need to talk; nothing looks good, everything is wrong.
Night falls, and I fear loneliness and the darkness… and the darkness.
Kendo:
Erroneous thoughts from a sick mind who spoke of reincarnation,
Now abandoned the option of heaven and hell. Sometimes I feel
Things in my house, like shadows, noises, and reflections. I always asked
What would happen if I called death seven times facing the mirror. Sometimes I think so much
That I might confuse myself. Is it true that there are people who sense
Things before dying? If there’s something I’m clear about, it’s that
We all live under this doubt. Will there really be other beings with life in the
Universe, or what does the moon mean when it lights up the Bermuda Triangle?
Seeking dreams, I lie in bed, the room spins, and I think if someday I decide to
Try to give up life, will I reach heaven forgiven and without sin?
A pastor told me it’s impossible, son, hold on to God, keep the faith, and
Walk firmly. Since I spoke directly to Him, I have no intermediaries,
And I took off the crucifix from my neck.
Don Omar:
Is it true that I’ll die and rise to heaven without wings to dwell,
Or will my soul wander without rest, becoming a tormented soul in the
Darkness? I don’t know if it’s real that I’ll see hell if I don’t confess
My mortal sin. Where did those go who said they would never
Leave me? Can you tell me if there is anyone who
Will come soon? I need to talk; nothing looks good, everything is wrong.
Night falls, and I fear loneliness and the darkness… and the darkness