Calles Que Te Ven - Efecto Mariposa

Todo un mundo nuevo alrededor

Acostumbrado a no ver el sol

Pegatinas de color

En su casa siempre de carton

Dando gracias a que no llovio

Veo pero no creo

Y no es cuestion de raza

Sino de tener o no tener nada

De nada le sirven

Lamentos, pan y miel

Botellas de ron

Y su cantar al anochecer

De nada le sirve

Una mano que no es fiel

Nada cambio

Tiemblan las calles que te ven

Sin dueño un vivir sin calma

Sin tener propiedad privada

No es cosa de cultura o religion

Ni tampoco es cosa de dos

Una vida un tanto fria

Tan fria como la verdad

Y no es cuestion de raza

Si no de tener o no tener nada

De nada le sirven

Lamentos, pan y miel

Botellas de ron

Y su cantar al anochecer

De nada le sirve

Una mano que no es fiel

Nada cambio

Tiemblan las calles que te ven

Y no quisiera verte caer

De nada le sirven

Lamentos, pan y miel

Botellas de ron

Y su cantar al anochecer

De nada le sirve

Una mano que no es fiel

Nada cambio

Tiemblan las calles que te ven

a whole new world around

accustomed to not seeing the sun

color stickers

In his house always made of cardboard

Giving thanks that it didn't rain

I see but I don't believe

And it's not a question of race

But to have or not to have anything

They are of no use to him

Laments, bread and honey

bottles of rum

And his singing at dusk

It's no use

A hand that is not faithful

Nothing changed

The streets that see you tremble

Without owner a live without calm

without having private property

It is not a matter of culture or religion

Nor is it a matter of two

A somewhat cold life

as cold as the truth

And it's not a question of race

If not to have or not to have anything

They are of no use to him

Laments, bread and honey

bottles of rum

And his singing at dusk

It's no use

A hand that is not faithful

Nothing changed

The streets that see you tremble

And I wouldn't want to see you fall

They are of no use to him

Laments, bread and honey

bottles of rum

And his singing at dusk

It's no use

A hand that is not faithful

Nothing changed

The streets that see you tremble