Los Carasucias

That street is not the same as yesterday,
The dirty faces and an old café,
Rag ball, leather, sawdust,
Mrs. Florencia wants to scold us.
The street today has different owners,
Another Florencia will come out to chase
And a guitar that no one played
And the song was forgotten
And the song was forgotten.
Let them play, time is passing by,
Tomorrow they will be memories,
The children, the street,
And others will come.
Let them play, time is passing by,
And those boys from the neighborhood,
Today are men,
They don't want to play
And those boys from the neighborhood,
Today are men,
They don't know how to play.
(Repeat)