La Calle
Juanes
The Street
You told me that the morning
Was bought with a kiss
And that war was for sale
And peace had its price.
That politics dresses
In gold, silver, and fine linen
And what comes out of the mouth
Pays taxes in the ear.
That the path gets narrower every day.
Oh, the street is tough
The street is tough
Oh, he who doesn't run, flies
He who doesn't run, flies.
Oh, the moon is moving away
The moon is moving away
Oh, I wonder and ponder
What is the square root of myself?
You told me that lies
Wear contact lenses
And that a Valentino shoe
Declared itself cheap.
That a tariff fell in love
With a tax-free zone
That anesthesia went to London
To a tourism congress.
That each day brings its own troubles, let me explain.
Oh, the street is tough
The street is tough
Oh, he who doesn't run, flies
He who doesn't run, flies.
Oh, the moon is moving away
The moon is moving away
Oh, I wonder and ponder
What is the square root of myself?
Bring it down!
And that there are no favorites with coffee
The one who brews first is the one who will drink
That Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy French
When the river makes noise, it carries water, I know.
That clubs are trenches of society
Where seven fit, twenty-three fit
That the night looks good for Star Trek
Hey man, don't mess with that!
Oh, the street is tough
The street is tough
Oh, he who doesn't run, flies
He who doesn't run, flies.
Oh, the moon is moving away
The moon is moving away
Oh, I wonder and ponder
What is the square root of myself?
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody
