Buenas Noches

The newspaper, the coffee, the snack in the lunchbox
The blessing with faith, the kiss for grandma
The truck is full, the kids off to school
'Cause the chicken in my pot ain't fit to eat

The "How's it going, buddy?", the "C'mon, it's getting late"
Did you see they killed that son of a bitch?
Bread with the port, soda with the Chinese food
The morning show hosted by the rich kids
Lunch slice, the rice didn't make it too
The twisted crimes that happened yesterday
You can see them on the noon news
While they're already forgetting the crimes from the day before

Those who come in at one, the heat, the blaring sun
Stop by the liquor store to grab you one
The potholes that turn into lakes with just a few drops
The street vendors, "Want a soul? Come and try one"
The crazy collectors, the taxis on motorcycles
Robberies on phones that take pictures
Rubber ball, the cop with a cigarette
Tell the kid to move, a car's coming through
With bare feet and two stones for archery
The girl dressing up, showing off her piggy bank
The old man who's a thousand years old and still ain't dead
The girl who was ugly and got hot in a day

Court, basketball, lend me yours, I'll lend you mine
Those damn cops asking for soda money
Salsa, vallenato, reggaeton, hip hop
When Michael Jackson died, even pop was heard
Kids getting into trouble just for fashion
Girls throwing shade 'cause that's what's in style
Boys who can't even lift a gun
Women raising more than five kids alone
Humility, manners, the struggle for cash
Believers preaching about the end times
Politicians, gossips, and critics
The homeless guy always with his skinny dog
The one who gives you the evil eye out of damn envy
The people who care about you even if you're not family
Paranormal events, spirits that come out
According to the gift that data gives and never has cash
Kids hustling in the malls
The remedies are all gone in the hospitals
Firework concerts, hide your wallet
'Cause evil's a star making its orbit
There's drugs on the corner, water in the little bottles
During carnivals where they casually take it from us
The booms of the firecrackers in December
The bitter old man wishing a happy new year

Matinee at Marta Inés's house
Preparing for the second time the English class
You can hear the ice cream truck's bell in the street
The shaved ice vendor and all kinds of street hustlers
The guy who’s always fixing his car
Wipe your feet so you don't track mud everywhere
The light bulb burned out, the toilet won't flush
They knocked up the old lady's daughter who talks nonsense
Rappers making beats with their mouths
The student works and the student works
The raids, the borrowed tools
Graffiti of politicians who never did shit
Nothing, benefit, at your service, sir
Excuse me, please, turn around my love
Good day, sorry, thank you, sir
Have a seat here, ma'am, at the stop, please (ou!)

I mean, there are a lot of good people
Fighting for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Here dogs howl in the neighborhood
And it's time to sleep

Good night, neighborhood
Good night, neighborhood
Good night, neighborhood
Good night, neighborhood