Translation of the song lyrics LA 33 - La 33

LA 33 (original)

Nac en un barrio barato
Fu vecino de una panaderia
Mi mejor juguete era un gato
Su maullido me inspir melodas
Crec en la 33
Y haba de todo un poco
Hombres que moran de stress
Viudas, trasvestis, locos
Era un mundo gris
El color lo pintaban tus ganas de vivir ms era feliz
Los sueos no apuntaban ms all de la narz quera ser bombero de la compaa 26
Un da conoc la escuela
Y por falta de entusiasmo
Conoc mis primeras penas
Y port las orejas de asno
Pero aprend a leer
Y con eso aumentaron mis ganas de saber
Conoc a borges a mrquez y tambin al seor vidal y un matutino me cont que exista
vietnam
Desde la calle 33
Desde la calle 33
All donde no exista ley
Nacen historias sin rumbo
De lo simple a lo profundo
Desde la calle 33
Desde la calle 33
All donde no exista ley
Una guitarra fue mi nombre
Y seal mi rumbo
Prob mi primer cerveza
Y a los 12 mi primer cigarro
Me hice hombre junto a una princesa en la parte posterior de un carro
Mientras las drogas
Eran para mis amigos la nueva travesura yo volando en mi alcoba atrapando musas
en mi partitura encontr el camino
Que hoy me trajo hasta aqui
Desde la calle 33
Desde la calle 33
All donde no exista ley
Nacen historias sin rumbo
De lo simple a lo profundo
Desde la calle 33
Desde la calle 33
All donde no exista ley
Una guitarra fue mi nombre
Y seal mi rumbo
Desde la calle 33
Desde la calle 33

LA 33 (translation)

I was born in a cheap neighborhood
He was a neighbor of a bakery
My best toy was a cat
His meow of his inspired me melodies
I grew up on 33
And there was a bit of everything
Men who die of stress
Widows, transvestites, crazy
It was a gray world
The color was painted by your desire to live more was happy
The dreams did not point beyond his nose he wanted to be a firefighter for company 26
One day I met the school
And for lack of enthusiasm
I know my first sorrows
And wear the donkey ears
But I learned to read
And with that my desire to know increased
I met borges a márquez and also mr. vidal and a morning newspaper told me that there was
Vietnam
from 33rd street
from 33rd street
where there is no law
Stories are born aimlessly
From the simple to the profound
from 33rd street
from 33rd street
where there is no law
A guitar was my name
And set my course
I tried my first beer
And at 12 my first cigarette
I became a man next to a princess in the back of a car
While the drugs
They were for my friends the new mischief me flying in my bedroom catching muses
in my score i found the way
That today brought me here
from 33rd street
from 33rd street
where there is no law
Stories are born aimlessly
From the simple to the profound
from 33rd street
from 33rd street
where there is no law
A guitar was my name
And set my course
from 33rd street
from 33rd street