La Calle Es Su Lugar (Ana)
GIT
The Street Is Her Place (Ana)
She is a friend of a beggar
And takes amphetamines when she's feeling bad
If her cradle was a sad hole
What is the fault she must pay
No one told her she was coming first
And which phone to answer
She found dirty people on her way
And with fire and iron she learned to play
The street is her place
She knows it well
She won't go back
Not for one, not for twenty, not for a hundred
No, don't talk to me about the Devil's path
Or the search for pleasure
She fights for her money
Sells her time without looking at who
The street is her place
She knows it well
She won't go back
Not for one, not for twenty, not for a hundred
Ana, Ana, Ana
She can be happy just the same
Ana, Ana, Ana
She can be happy just the same
The street is her place
She knows it well
She won't go back
Not for one, not for twenty, not for a hundred
Ana, Ana, Ana
She can be happy just the same
Ana, Ana, Ana
She can be happy just the same
