La Calle
Fernando de Madariaga
The Street
The street, is an everyday miracle
It's a matter of knowing how to see it and understand
That in it, the whole life is
I spread it, like life in every being
The street, has colors and flavors
It's blonde, when the sun turns it blonde
If it rains, umbrellas crowns open
If there's wind, it untangles in the song
During the day, it wears jeans and a t-shirt
At night, it has a neon dress
Yawns, at the mailbox on every corner
Smiles, at every kiosk, at every flower
The street, sings with infinite voices
Murmurs, in colorful parks
If it sings, it sings with infinite voices
If it sleeps, it falls silent and thinks today is today
The street, has something magical
The street, has ordinary people
That's why, the street is a millionaire
That's why, I'm from the street and here I am
During the day, it wears jeans and a t-shirt
At night, it has a neon dress
Yawns, at the mailbox on every corner
Smiles, at every kiosk, at every flower
The street, has something magical
The street, has ordinary people
That's why, the street is a millionaire
That's why, I'm from the street and here I am
