Instinto Callejero

Hittin' the pavement, a real thrill
Breaking the barriers of this concrete jail
Restless souls, the street is their attraction
Running as always with some prohibition

Screens don't cut it, building the illusion
Living in tune with life and its pain
Just looking to gather in some big pavilion
And the war cry of a generation is born

Street instinct, no rules in that game
Street instinct, not thinking about fear
Street instinct, waiting for a new encounter
Street instinct, changing the harsh confinement

Rejecting lies of false acceptance
Flying high with imagination
And even though no era is always the best
We take ownership of it without asking for forgiveness