Lyrics of Callejero - Attaque 77

Callejero (original)

Era callejero por derecho propio
Su filosofía de la libertad
Fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros
Y sobre los otros no pasar jamas
Aunque fue de todos nunca tuvo un dueño
Que condicionara su razón de ser
Libre como el viento era nuestro perro
Nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer
Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas
Fiel a su destino y a su parecer
Sin tener horario para hacer la siesta
Y rendirle cuantas al amanecer
Era nuestro perro y era la ternura
Que nos hace falta cada día mas
Era una metáfora de la aventura
Que en el diccionario no se puede hallar
Era nuestro perro por que lo que amamos
Lo consideramos nuestra propiedad
Y era de los niños y del viejo Pablo
A quien rescataba de su soledad
Era un callejero y era el personaje
De la puerta abierta en cualquier hogar
Era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje
El sereno, el cura y todos los demás
Era el callejero de las cosas bellas
Y se fue con ellas cuando se marcho
Se bebió de golpe todas las estrellas
Se quedo dormido y ya no despertó
Nos dejo el espacio como testamento
Lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emoción
Vaga su recuerdo por mis sentimientos
Para derramarlos en esta canción

(translation)

He was street in his own right
His philosophy of freedom
It was to win yours without tying others
And about the others will never happen
Although he belonged to everyone he never had an owner
That he would condition his reason for being
Free as the wind was our dog
Ours and the street where he was born
He was a stray with the sun on his back
He faithful to his destiny and his opinion
Without having a schedule to take a nap
And pay him how many at dawn
He was our dog and he was cute
What do we need more every day?
He was a metaphor for adventure
That can't be found in the dictionary
He was our dog because what we love
We consider it our property
And he belonged to the children and to old Pablo
Whom he rescued from his loneliness
He was a stray and he was the character
Of the open door in any home
He was in our neighborhood as the landscape
The night watchman, the priest and all the others
He was the stray of beautiful things
And he left with them when he left
He drank all the stars at once
He fell asleep and did not wake up
He left us the space as a testament
Full of nostalgia, full of emotion
Vague his memory of him for my feelings
To spill them in this song