Cantor de La Calle

Those eternal hours
When I was a bar lad
Ten hours for a hundred bucks
My bones were agonizing

It was when I saw Hugo
Tuning at the stop
That I decided to leave the bar
Get on the bus to sing

With noise in the ears
Of city engines
Asking the driver for permission
Some get on to sing

Street singer
The coins and something extra
The sidewalks sweat
The coins and something extra