Nueva Season Lyrics English Translation by Delaossa
I’ve been clean for sixty days,
I mark another date on the calendar and reaffirm myself.
This January 1st feels different,
I closed those chapters—this is the start of a new season.
Knowing where I never want to return is enough information.
I look out the window with freshly brewed coffee and think,
It’s been five years that were way too intense.
We achieved many dreams,
Took many trips, but I barely have any real memories of them.
F*** it, that makes me sad.
The wheel of false success and the fast life became a problem.
I’ve outlived the party—it’s time to turn the page.
Now she’s giving me head at home, and I’m filming it with a handycam.
I needed a break, a new perspective,
To filter out my friends and heal with my family.
This year is for taking care of myself, for healing my knee,
And for finishing La Madrugá—Amen, may God bless us.
Using the album as an excuse, I ended up going through a change.
My dreams foresee a good omen.
My success is my neighborhood’s success.
If I’m still alive, I must be meant for something.
I took off the sunglasses.
I don’t want to be a fashion victim or a game-changer anymore.
Today is Sunday, it’s 9 AM, and I’m not hungover.
I smile, head to the gym, and think, “I’m not the same anymore.”
Isi took a flight to visit me in the hospital.
Bigla’s mom prayed for me, looking up to the sky.
Carlos left his vices, Raggio found a cure.
When you change, everything changes—that’s a fact.
Now, every morning when I wake up, I give thanks.
I have everything—how could I not be satisfied?
I got Dani back, my brothers, and my father.
F*** Delaossa, the music, and the label.
No news is good news.
Some memories take me places, like the tour bus.
I want to marry God’s daughter, like Kun.
I’m looking to transcend, not put my name on a McMenu.
I don’t know if it’s self-confidence or discipline.
I don’t know if it’s my own merit or the Sertraline.
But there are no more afterparties, and my neighbor finally smiles at me.
Nine months clean—who would’ve thought?
My grandma Trini is still waiting for us in El Palo.
Josenrique keeps painting us into his canvases.
I pray for my uncle Domingo, that he recovers,
So I can see him sailing in Tarifa again this summer.
Catana just turned 102.
I don’t think she needs words of encouragement.
Yet, she still smiles at me brightly when I hug her.
I just tell her I work out and barely go out anymore.
I’m with my family, not in VIP sections,
Because if I wanted to see ghosts, I’d go to Cortijo Jurado.
I need a well-lit path
To celebrate something as sacred as La Madrugá.
(Chorus)
Oh oh, when the night is at its darkest
And there’s no reason left to believe,
La Madrugá brings a ray of light,
La Madrugá brings me back to life.
Now I talk to God, and He always answers.
Oh oh, when the night is at its darkest
And there’s no reason left to believe,
La Madrugá brings a ray of light,
La Madrugá brings me back to life.
Now I talk to God, and He always answers.