La Calle

Photos of life. Photos that fade on the street.
Many people shout, few listen to you on the street.
Mothers in the square cry for their children in the streets.
Hunger cleans windows, disguises itself, mocks me in the streets.
Aaaaahhhhh, On the street. Aaaaahhhhh.
In the streets I look for them.
In the streets I heal them.
In the street, he gave them bread.
Through the streets their footsteps go.
Outside the houses, outside the temples and onto the street.
Where the one who suffers is, give a word, don't be silent.
See how life rushes through the street.
See how death lurks around your street.
Aaaaahhhhh, On the street. Aaaaahhhhh.
In the streets I look for them.
In the streets I heal them.
In the street, he gave them bread.
Through the streets their footsteps go.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
The footsteps of the Master.