La calle [English translation]

You told me that morning

was bought with a kiss

And that war was on sale

and that peace had a price tag

That politic dressed itself in gold, silver, and fine linen

and what comes from the mouth the ear pays a tax for

That every day the road gets more narrow

Ay! that the streets are hard

That these streets are hard

Ay! that he who doesn't run flies

That he who doesn't run flies

Ay! that the moon gets further away

That the moon gets further away

Ay! I ask myself and mediate

What is the square root of my own being?

You told me that the lie

wore contact lenses

And that a Valentino shoe self-proclaimed inexpensive

That a tariff fell in love

with a tributary in a tax free zone

That anesthesia went off to London

to a congress on tourism

That each day has its eagerness and to you I explain

Ay! that the streets are hard

That these streets are hard

Ay! that he who doesn't run flies

That he who doesn't run flies

Ay! that the moon gets further away

That the moon gets further away

Ay! I ask myself and mediate

What is the square root of my own being?

Bring it down!

And there's no favoritism with coffee

The first to pass is the one who is going to drink

That Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy was French

When the river sounds it's because it brings water I know

That clubs are the French of society

Where 7 fit 23 fit

That the night feels good for Star Trek

Hey! Man, do not mess around with that!

Ay! that the streets are hard

That these streets are hard

Ay! that he who doesn't run flies

That he who doesn't run flies

Ay! that the moon gets further away

That the moon gets further away

Ay! I ask myself and mediate

What is the square root of my own being?

Love somebody

Need somebody

Love somebody

Need somebody