Al Olor de Hogar

My house was a hug with aromas
Outside the sea was lapping on the cobblestones
Luckily there were plates that, during the siesta
They made it rain or be sad
And I'm talking about my house, never ours
Moving to a new neighborhood, with no options
When it comes to moving, how amazing
Imagine a world in trucks!

The house, no living room, one room
Of the alarm clocks so feared
Dreaming that, maybe, maybe it doesn't sound
To go to my other bandit school
I will never be able to praise my poverty
It's just the crystal of my past
That sounds, like a cup, on this night
And embraces with his uncorked wine

My brother inheriting the clothes to me
The one who also dressed a cousin
So that's when we learned the secret
Sharing the patches and the path
Carnival and tango were the cradle
My old lady sang me "Sleep, little black boy"
And in my second home, the Chicken Coop
My old man dreamed of me as Angelito

The house, no living room, one room
Of the alarm clocks so feared
Dreaming that, maybe, maybe it doesn't sound
To go to my other bandit school
I will never be able to praise my poverty
It's just the crystal of my past
That sounds, like a cup, on this night
And embraces with his uncorked wine

I will never be able to praise my poverty
It's just the crystal of my past
That sounds, like a cup, on this night
And embraces with his uncorked wine