Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Las Calles , by - Rubén Blades. Song from the album Son de Panamá, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаRelease date: 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 |