Está Lindo El Barrio
Joan Manuel Serrat
The Neighborhood Looks Beautiful
The guardian
When someone arrives at this place, they are accompanied by a wicked and fatal cloud. A deadly darkness that is like a premonition. Here roam the ghosts of stubbornness. Whoever dares to pass through can't go back. But the neighborhood looks beautiful, the sky is almost the same with its own constellation. And the other girls say when they look...
The girls
I'm not for you, you'll never kiss me.
The guardian
And the grieving witches of disappointment blow a wind of horror that extinguishes the last lantern. This is the red mailbox for letters that will never arrive. There you can wait for the bride who will never come. And that is the avenue of confusion. You can never get lost if you don't know where you're going. But the neighborhood looks beautiful, the sky is almost the same with its own constellation. And the other girls say when they look...
The girls
I'm not for you, you'll never kiss me.
The guardian and the grieving witches of disappointment cry a cry of horror that wets the last illusion. - But there is something, lover, that you must remember: you will have to pay three years of your life for each fatal encounter with the neighbors of the place.
