DRIAKTV's video: Driak - 03 Celda de castigo Ft Mortem La Soledad del Silencio

Track List: DriakTv 01. Vivo en el caos [Base Internet] 02. El rap esta muriendo [Base Internet] 03. Celda de castigo (con Mortem) [Base Internet] 04. Todo o nada [Base Internet] 05. Por un sueno (con Parisell) [Base Internet] 06. Comeos vuestra S.O.P.A [Base Internet] 07. Todo es posible [Base Internet] 08. No llores cielo [Base Internet] 09. La soledad del silencio [Producido por Janodel] 10. Dias oscuros (con Gorkah2h) [Base Internet] 11. Corazon negro [Base Internet] 12. A hierba y jarras (con Kabuto) [Base Internet] 13. Dejo volar mi alma [Base Internet] 14. Amor de dos caras (con Newo) [Base Internet] 15. En un segundo [Base Internet] 16. Tan solo [Base Internet] 17. La mirada de un nino (con Mortem) [Base Internet] 18. Esclavo del folio [Base Internet] APARTADOS Driak - La soledad del silencio [VideoClip] Chocolatex DriakTv Video-DriakTv TAN SOLO Video-DriakTv CELDA DE CASTIGO Video-DriakTv CORAZÓN NEGRO Driak- Por un sueño -[VideoClip] Bohemia´s Film´s LINK DE DESCARGA: http://www.hhgroups.com/maqueta-28845/Driak-La-soledad-del-silencio/ English Translate Mortem: Some time ago since, I paid for my mistakes, already not fact of less this place where the sky is of blue color. I look at the palm of my hand and sit down to age, not for which you want to remain there if herein one is so well. I can feel, bars that tie me to the gray soil. I want to sing, the life gives more returns that a compact disc. look at me to fly (look at me to fly), I am out of your mental plane. I have decided to look at the future and do not think to return to enter. Not if they will be, plans of the random, the destination was not written in any of the two. Maybe it was the love, or not to be able to love ... In his day what your you knew as freedom. Refrain: and which is the prison? We are rags with thread. Probably inside, probably out. Everything is so relative. And which is the prison? Caught in the time. Poor globetrotters burned by the torment. Driak: My mind is caught in the jail of the consumption, a penitentiary center of insecure territory, of rascacielo and walls, of bourgeois hypocrisy and a sacrificed people caged by the smoke. The cell of this shit of greasy company lashed us strongly judging the appearance. It is not an eternal sentence, liberation of the soul, and inside four walls it will not be so many load of this male prostitute system and today I look for the ventada, the bars of my life are the streets collapsed. Hearts poison themselves, the asphalt and his sheet, a mortal trap for a fooled people. I want the lethal injection, call the jailer, that though I golden dress I am a bloodhound without money. The light of the sky goes out, also I had my failures, you will be sons of a bitch, I am free in the hole, of cryings and shouts, or at least passenger of the coach exiled in an infinite deception. Or your train of goods of luxury and comforts, finally it is derailed joining thousand cities. For that to judge the man, or to curse to a poor person, killer in Guantanamo they dress of uniform. I am not going to lie locked up am better, my cell of punishment is the exterior world. Refrain: and which is the prison? We are rags with thread. Probably inside, probably out. Everything is so relative. And which is the prison? Caught in the time. Poor globetrotters burned by the torment.