Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Las Calles, artist - Rubén Blades. Album song Son de Panamá, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 20.05.2015
Record label: Ruben Blades
Song language: Spanish
Las Calles(original) |
Las calles de nuestros barrios nuncan toman prisioneros |
quiebran al que no resiste sea local o sea extranejero |
ay la paciencia no existe con los que son majaderos |
cada victima es culpable, si cayo por traicionero. |
Que paso con esos guapos que alardeaban con su vida |
terminaron desonrando el honor de nuestra esquina |
ni siquiera el sobrenombre, sobrevive en la avenida |
le quitaron los colmillos, el collar y la leontina. |
Son paginas estas calles que se cogen con los años |
escritas en un idioma que no entienden los extraños |
nacimos de muchas madres pero aqui solo hay hermanos |
en mi calle |
la vida y la muerte bailan con la cerveza en la mano |
Soy de aqui de los que sobrevivieron |
soy de aqui |
yo soy esa esquina chiquita bonita bendita, de los que nunca se fueron |
soy de alli de los que sobrevivieron |
de los que que enfrentando la adversidad |
cogieron herida y golpe en cantidad y no se rindieron |
soy de alli de los que sobrevivieron |
comiendo arroz blanco con porck and beans |
en plato hondo y ancho y con cuchara y bien frito el huevo |
soy de alli de los que sobrevivieron |
alma de poeta, abrazos de amantes, piernas de calles y lujos de hielo |
soy de alli de los que sobrevivieron |
a puro corazon me fui de Panamá a colon caminando con maelo |
pa llegar a portobelo y saludar al nazareno |
soy de alli de los que sobrevivieron |
yo soy el hijo de Anolan y a pie sin coche |
sobrevivi de dia, sobrevivi la noche |
soy de aqui de los que sobrevivieron |
yo soy de alli, yo soy de alli tu sabes que si |
(translation) |
The streets of our neighborhoods never take prisoners |
they bankrupt those who do not resist, whether local or foreign |
oh, patience doesn't exist with those who are fools |
each victim is guilty, if he fell for being treacherous. |
What happened to those handsome men who bragged about their lives? |
they ended up dishonoring the honor of our corner |
not even the nickname, survives on the avenue |
they removed his fangs, his necklace and his leontine. |
These streets are pages that are taken over the years |
written in a language strangers don't understand |
we were born of many mothers but here there are only brothers |
in my street |
life and death dance with beer in hand |
I'm from here, one of those who survived |
I am from here |
I am that blessed pretty little corner, one of those who never left |
I'm from there, one of those who survived |
of those who face adversity |
they took wounds and blows in quantity and they did not give up |
I'm from there, one of those who survived |
eating white rice with pork and beans |
in a deep and wide plate and with a spoon and well fried the egg |
I'm from there, one of those who survived |
soul of a poet, hugs of lovers, legs of streets and luxuries of ice |
I'm from there, one of those who survived |
With pure heart I left Panama for Colon walking with Maelo |
to get to portobelo and greet the nazarene |
I'm from there, one of those who survived |
I am the son of Anolan and on foot without a car |
I survived the day, I survived the night |
I'm from here, one of those who survived |
I'm from there, I'm from there, you know that yes |