LA 33 - La 33

Nac en un barrio barato

Fu vecino de una panaderia

Mi mejor juguete era un gato

Su maullido me inspir melodas

Crec en la 33

Y haba de todo un poco

Hombres que moran de stress

Viudas, trasvestis, locos

Era un mundo gris

El color lo pintaban tus ganas de vivir ms era feliz

Los sueos no apuntaban ms all de la narz quera ser bombero de la compaa 26

Un da conoc la escuela

Y por falta de entusiasmo

Conoc mis primeras penas

Y port las orejas de asno

Pero aprend a leer

Y con eso aumentaron mis ganas de saber

Conoc a borges a mrquez y tambin al seor vidal y un matutino me cont que exista

vietnam

Desde la calle 33

Desde la calle 33

All donde no exista ley

Nacen historias sin rumbo

De lo simple a lo profundo

Desde la calle 33

Desde la calle 33

All donde no exista ley

Una guitarra fue mi nombre

Y seal mi rumbo

Prob mi primer cerveza

Y a los 12 mi primer cigarro

Me hice hombre junto a una princesa en la parte posterior de un carro

Mientras las drogas

Eran para mis amigos la nueva travesura yo volando en mi alcoba atrapando musas

en mi partitura encontr el camino

Que hoy me trajo hasta aqui

Desde la calle 33

Desde la calle 33

All donde no exista ley

Nacen historias sin rumbo

De lo simple a lo profundo

Desde la calle 33

Desde la calle 33

All donde no exista ley

Una guitarra fue mi nombre

Y seal mi rumbo

Desde la calle 33

Desde la calle 33

I was born in a cheap neighborhood

He was a neighbor of a bakery

My best toy was a cat

His meow of his inspired me melodies

I grew up on 33

And there was a bit of everything

Men who die of stress

Widows, transvestites, crazy

It was a gray world

The color was painted by your desire to live more was happy

The dreams did not point beyond his nose he wanted to be a firefighter for company 26

One day I met the school

And for lack of enthusiasm

I know my first sorrows

And wear the donkey ears

But I learned to read

And with that my desire to know increased

I met borges a márquez and also mr. vidal and a morning newspaper told me that there was

Vietnam

from 33rd street

from 33rd street

where there is no law

Stories are born aimlessly

From the simple to the profound

from 33rd street

from 33rd street

where there is no law

A guitar was my name

And set my course

I tried my first beer

And at 12 my first cigarette

I became a man next to a princess in the back of a car

While the drugs

They were for my friends the new mischief me flying in my bedroom catching muses

in my score i found the way

That today brought me here

from 33rd street

from 33rd street

where there is no law

Stories are born aimlessly

From the simple to the profound

from 33rd street

from 33rd street

where there is no law

A guitar was my name

And set my course

from 33rd street

from 33rd street