Translation of the song lyrics La Calle - Tercer Cielo

La Calle (original)

Otra mañana mas
Me toca despertar sin deseo alguno
De volverme a levantar
No quiero escuchar las noticias que suenan siempre
En mi barro al desayunar
«¿supiste que mataron al hijo de don fulano?, llevaba
Tiempo que algo asi se andaba el buscando»
Y lo encontro
Me duele el corazon y se me va la voz
Llorando al ver como se pierde mi generacion
Los que vi crecer, con los que jugue
Los amigos que tuve en la escuela y tanto ame
Cuando me converti dijeron que yo estaba loco
Que esta vida hay que gozarla porque no hay otra
La calle es como un banco que te puede prestar
Y luego con un interes muy alto comparar
No se trata de dinero, y luego no podras pagar
Mientras te va cobrando lo mejor te quitara
La calle sabe que tu tienes potencial
Que Dios para tu vida tiene algo especial
Pero la calle viene y te brinda vanidad
Haciendote creer que no te puedes escapar
Pero no es verdad
Recuerdo aquella vez
Fue un martes 16, el intento de asalto
Que hize con José, parecía que todo saldría
Bien, nos ibamos despúes de el dinero recoger
¿quien iba a pensar que del bolso de una señora
Podrían salir dos disparos de una pistola?
Y nos impacto
Y 15 días despúes fue cuando desperte
Estuve al borde de la muerte pero me salve
Dios me permitio volver a nacer
Aquel chance que yo tuve bien lo aproveche
Yo pregunte por José cuando volvio a mi mente
Alguien me dijo «no la hizo.
la bala fue en la frente»
La calle es como un banco que te puede prestar
Y luego con un interes muy alto comparar
No se trata de dinero, y luego no podras pagar
Mientras te va cobrando lo mejor te quitara
La calle sabe que tu tienes potencial
Que Dios para tu vida tiene algo especial
Pero la calle viene y te brinda vanidad
Haciendote creer que no te puedes escapar
Pero no es verdad
Tu puedes escapar
Tu puedes escapar

La Calle (translation)

another morning
I have to wake up without any desire
to get up again
I don't want to hear the news that always sounds
In my mud at breakfast
«Did you know that they killed the son of Mr. So-and-so? He was wearing
Time that something like that was looking for»
and found it
My heart aches and my voice is gone
Crying to see how my generation is lost
The ones I saw growing up, the ones I played with
The friends I had at school and loved so much
When I converted they said I was crazy
That this life must be enjoyed because there is no other
The street is like a bank that can lend you
And then with a very high interest compare
It's not about money, and then you can't pay
While he is charging you the best he will take away
The street knows that you have potential
That God has something special for your life
But the street comes and gives you vanity
Making you believe that you can't escape
But it is not true
I remember that time
It was a Tuesday the 16th, the attempted robbery
What did I do with José, it seemed that everything would work out
Well, we were leaving after the money was collected
who would have thought that from a lady's handbag
Could two shots come out of a gun?
and we were shocked
And 15 days later was when I woke up
I was on the verge of death but I was saved
God allowed me to be reborn
I took advantage of that chance that I had
I asked for José when he came back to my mind
Someone told me “he didn't do it.
the bullet was in the forehead»
The street is like a bank that can lend you
And then with a very high interest compare
It's not about money, and then you can't pay
While he is charging you the best he will take away
The street knows that you have potential
That God has something special for your life
But the street comes and gives you vanity
Making you believe that you can't escape
But it is not true
you can escape
you can escape