El Gato de Barrio
Cri-Cri
The Neighborhood Cat
A little cat told me
I'm from the neighborhood
From a poor and hardworking neighborhood
And I wash my little face with saliva
And then I go out to bask in the sun
How beautiful is my neighborhood
Especially in the mornings
When the truck passes by sparking
Later in the afternoon
The bells swing
Inviting everyone to prayer
It's more than just the plain truth
That my song gives me a slap
It's more than just the plain truth
When the big guitar plays
The little cat repeated: It's impossible
For me to leave my corner
Because they smeared
My whiskers with lard
To steal my heart
How beautiful is my neighborhood
Especially at night
When the pigs start snoring
In the distance, on the hills
Twenty dogs bark together
And the cicadas don't stop singing
It's more than just the plain truth
That my song gives me a slap
It's more than just the plain truth
When the big guitar plays
