Buenas Noches

The newspaper, the coffee, the snack in the lunchbox
The blessing with faith, the kiss for grandmother
The full truck, we'll take them to school
Because the chicken in my casserole is not good for eating

The How are you, buddy?, The Come on, it's already late
You saw that they already killed that pussy, it's their mother
Bread with port, soft drink with Chinese
The morning program conducted by the sifrinos
Sliced for lunch, the rice was not left too
The evil crimes that happened yesterday
You can see them on the midday news
While the crimes of yesterday are already being forgotten

Those who enter at one, the nuisance, the Sun that overwhelms
Stop by the liquor store to get a drink
The holes that when two drops fall are gaps
The peddlers want a soul? Come and try one
The crazy pick-ups, the motorcycle taxis
Thefts on phones that take photos
Pelotica is rubber, the policeman with a cigarette
Tell the minor to get out of the way because a car is going to pass by
With bare feet and two archery stones
The girl who is already dressed showing the piggy bank
The thousand-year old man who hasn't died yet
The girl who was ugly and became good in one day

Ganya, basketball, lend me and I'll lend you
The damn pacos asking for soft drinks
Salsa, vallenato, reggaeton, hip hop
When Michael Jackson died, even pop was heard
Young people who, out of fashion, get involved in thugs
Girls pulling 'cause that's what they're wearing
Children who can't even lift the gun
Women raising more than five children alone
Humility, manners, the fight for real
Believers preaching the final days
The politicians, the gossips and the critics
The homeless man always with his stunted dog
The one who looks at you badly because of damn envy
The people who love you even if you are not part of their family
Paranormal events, spirits that come out
According to the gift that data gives and that never has real
Children packing in shopping centers
Medicines ran out in hospitals
Gunpowder concerts, hide your wallet
That evil is a star making an orbit
There are drugs in the corner, water in the pumps
At carnivals where they casually take it away from us
The roars of the triki trakis in December
The bitter old man who of the happy joyful year

Matinee at Marta Inés' house
Prepare your English class for the second time
You hear the ice cream man's bell in the street
The chichero scrapero and all kinds of peddler
The man who always lives repairing the car
Clean your feet so you don't get mud all over them
The light bulb burned out, the well does not go down
They impregnated the daughter of the old woman who talks straw
Rappers who make the bass drum and snare with their mouths
The student works and the student works
The raids, the borrowed tools
Graffiti of politicians who never did anything
You're welcome, I take advantage, to the highest order
Permission, well may, turn my love
Good morning, sorry, thank you very much sir
Sit here lady in the stop please (ou!)

I mean there are a lot of good people
Fighting over breakfast, lunch and dinner
Here dogs howl within the neighborhood
And to sleep

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