Lyrics of Onda Callejera - Ry Cooder

Onda Callejera (original)

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream
«Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.»
Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque
Broto un desmadre, por tipo acomodado
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado
El precio en sangre que se saco de mi gente
Hasta tal dia mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde
Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tracion dineral
Una bola de pinches, sin corazon, y falso piedad
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar
Onda callejera, onda sin honor
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor
Onda de lo peor

(translation)

It was midnight, when we heard the scream
"One hundred taxis are required in the Almeria de Chavez Ravine."
A bunch of soldiers, young and deluded
They took their fight to Downtown LA
Against Los Pachucos, without knowing why
I sprout a mess, for a well-to-do type
On a piece of land wrongfully stolen
The price in blood that was taken from my people
Until such a day stains La Loma and Palo Verde
How the memory hurts if I start to think
In the bad taste of life and money
A ball of pricks, without a heart, and false mercy
To fill the bags are going to burn
Street wave, wave without honor
Damn wave, wave of the worst
Wave of the worst