Letra de La calle (en ingles)

You told me that morning
was bought with a kiss
and that the war was for sale
and that peace had its price

That dress policy
gold, silver and fine linen
and what comes out of the mouth
pay tax on the ear

Each day is more narrow is the way

Ay! the street is hard
The street is hard
Ay! the who hesitates is lost
Let he who hesitates is lost

Ay! the moon moves away
The moon moves away
Ay! I wonder and ponder
What is the square root of myself?

You told me lies
wearing contact lenses
and that a shoe Valentino
cheap proclaimed himself

That a tariff fell in love
a tax free zone
The anesthesia he went to London
to a tourism conference

That each day brings its desire and I´ll tell you

Ay! the street is hard
The street is hard
Ay! the who hesitates is lost
Let he who hesitates is lost

Ay! the moon moves away
The moon moves away
Ay! I wonder and ponder
What is the square root of myself?

Bring it down!

And there is no favoritism with coffee
The first school that is going to drink
Tchaikovsky was Russian and French Debussy
Where there´s smoke is that I know brings water

The clubs are trenches societé
Where there are seven fit twenty-three
That looks good night for Star Trek

Hey! Man, do not play with that!

Ay! the street is hard
The street is hard
Ay! the who hesitates is lost
Let he who hesitates is lost

Ay! the moon moves away
The moon moves away
Ay! I wonder and ponder
What is the square root of myself?

Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody