Lyrics of Santa María - El Barrio

Santa María (original)

Las calles de mi barrio son santas «pa toa la via»
Lo mismo da goleta que jabonería
Las calles de mi barrio son santas «pa toa la via»
Bendito sea ese barrio que me dió la vida.
(bis)
Las calles de mi barrio son santas «pa toa la via»
A ver quien me discute que san roque no es san roque
Ni santo domingo santo, ni santa santa maría
Las calles de este barrio son santas «pa toa la via»
Lo mismo da goleta que jabonería
La gente de este barrio si tienen que comer
Comen puchero de humildad
Carmela hazme el favor, dame un poquito de sal
En casa de lola esta noche ha habio males
Azoteas tendias con mas bajeras que trajes
El niño de maría ha hecho hoy la comunión
Vámonos pa los corrales que está calentando el sol
Que ha traio de comia
Que ha traio de comia
Que ha traio de comia
Yo traigo sopa tomate
Garbanzos con acelgas y menuo de tres días que ha traio
Garbanzos con acelgas y menuo de tres días que ha traio
De jamar no traigo na, pero he traio la lotería
Y así termina el día
Cuando la luna se come al sol
Así es un día en el barrio santa maría
Y al que no le guste le entre un dolor
Yo cambio mi vida por una tarde cualquiera
Aunque sea tardecita de colegio
No soy de los que piensa
A pesar que todo el mundo va diciendo
Que mi barrio poco a poco va muriendo
Porque en mi mente aún resuena el pito del vigorito
El freidor de sopranis vendiendo pescaito
De la casa las quetes a la casa el moral
Pasando por los tres patios
Calle de la botica eso no se pue aguantar
Plaza de la merced, placita de las canastas
Cristo de la sentencia, nazareno, cigarreras
Santa cena y la patrona que también duerme en mi casa
Las calles de mi barrio siempre serán santas «pa to la via»
A ver quien me discute que san roque no es san roque
Ni santo domingo santo, ni santa santa maría
Bendito sea ese barrio que me dió la vida
La gente de ese barrio serán santas «pa toa la via»

(translation)

The streets of my neighborhood are holy «pa toa la via»
The same does not matter schooner than soap shop
The streets of my neighborhood are holy «pa toa la via»
Blessed be that neighborhood that gave me life.
(Bis)
The streets of my neighborhood are holy «pa toa la via»
Let's see who argues with me that San Roque is not San Roque
Neither holy holy Sunday, nor holy holy mary
The streets of this neighborhood are holy “pa toa la via”
The same does not matter schooner than soap shop
The people of this neighborhood do have to eat
They eat pout of humility
Carmela do me a favor, give me a little bit of salt
At lola's house tonight there was evil
Trendy roofs with more bottoms than suits
Mary's child has made communion today
Let's go to the corrals that the sun is heating up
What has he brought for food
What has he brought for food
What has he brought for food
I bring tomato soup
Chickpeas with chard and three-day menu that has been brought
Chickpeas with chard and a three-day menu that he has brought
I never brought anything, but I brought the lottery
And so the day ends
When the moon eats the sun
This is what a day is like in the Santa María neighborhood
And whoever doesn't like it gets a pain
I change my life for any afternoon
Even if it's late at school
I'm not one of those who think
Even though everyone is saying
That my neighborhood is slowly dying
Because in my mind the whistle of vigor still resonates
The fryer of sopranis selling little fish
From the house the quetes to the house the moral
Passing through the three courtyards
Calle de la botica I can't stand that
Plaza de la Merced, little square of the baskets
Christ of the Judgment, Nazarene, cigarette cases
Holy supper and the patron saint who also sleeps in my house
The streets of my neighborhood will always be holy "pa to la via"
Let's see who argues with me that San Roque is not San Roque
Neither holy holy Sunday, nor holy holy mary
Blessed be that neighborhood that gave me life
The people of that neighborhood will be saints "for the road"