Rebelde (en inglés)

Rebelde
REBEL:
LAUGHTER, WEEPING THAT HAPPENS TO ME
I AM NOT UNDERSTOOD, I AM CHANGING
I FEEL, I WIN, I LOSE, I LOOK FOR
THIS IN MY FIST LIVES THE WORLD.

THERE IS A BRIDGE, A CORNICE
PRECIPICES, THOUSAND EXITS
I DO NOT FEEL LIKE MAS A BOY
NOT ME BANK THE LIES
CHOIR
REBEL, BOY, DIFICIL,
IN ORDER TO GROW BY MY ACCOUNT
IT IS HOUR OF WHICH HE IS I MYSELF
IT IS HOUR OF WHICH HE IS I MYSELF
ALTHOUGH HE HURTS TO ME.
REBEL, BOY DIFICIL.
THE PELOTERO ESCAPES TO ME
AUTITOS CHOCADORES
EVERYTHING HAS THOUSAND COLORS
THIS IN MY FIST LIVES THE WORLD
I DO NOT WANT TO REQUEST PERMISSION
NOR THAT SAYS TO ME THAT TO DO
I AM ALREADY GREAT I WANT TRACK
And THAT LETS To ME RUN.
CHOIR
REBEL: NO, NO, NO
BOY DIFICIL: BOY DIFICIL
REBEL: NO, NO, NO
Rebel.