Santa María

The streets of my neighborhood are holy for the whole way
It doesn't matter if it's a schooner or a soap shop
The streets of my neighborhood are holy for the whole way
Blessed be that neighborhood that gave me life

The streets of my neighborhood are holy for the whole way
Let's see who argues that San Roque is not San Roque
Nor Santo Domingo holy, nor Santa Santa María
The streets of this neighborhood are holy for the whole way
It doesn't matter if it's a schooner or a soap shop

The people of this neighborhood, if they have to eat
They eat a pot of humility
Carmela, please, give me a little salt
At Lola's house, there have been troubles tonight
Rooftops with more sheets than suits

María's child made his communion today
Let's go to the corrals where the Sun is warming up
What have you brought to eat?
I brought tomato soup
Chickpeas with chard and tripe from three days ago that I brought
I don't bring anything to eat, but I brought the lottery

And so the day ends
When the Moon eats the Sun
That's a day in the Santa María neighborhood
And if someone doesn't like it, they get a pain

I'd trade my life for any afternoon
Even if it's a late afternoon from school
I'm not one to think
Despite everyone saying
That my neighborhood is slowly dying
Because in my mind, the whistle of the ice cream cart still echoes
The sopranis fryer selling fish

From the house of the quetes to the house of the moral
Passing through the three patios
Street of the pharmacy, that can't be endured
Plaza de la Merced, little square of the baskets
Christ of the Sentence, Nazarene, Cigarreras
Last Supper and the patron saint who also sleeps in my house

The streets of my neighborhood will always be holy for the whole way
Let's see who argues that San Roque is not San Roque
Nor Santo Domingo holy, nor Santa Santa María
Blessed be that neighborhood that gave me life
The people of that neighborhood will be holy for the whole way