Rincones - La Polla Records

Mi calle es pequeña y no tiene salida

Mi calle es el paso del barrio de arriba

En mi calle hay obras por que siempre toca

¡¡Mirones, cotillas, camellos de coca!

Borrachos de noche, familias de dia

Buscones de niños y gatas salidas

A mi calle es a donde todos vienen

A comprar las flores de noviembre

Mi querida calle es el sitio perfecto

¡¡En mi calle venden coronas de muertos!

Mi calle es pequeña y no tiene bares

Mi calle es de paso, aqui no hay quien pare

Violadores, locos, palizas brutales

Todo el universo en catorce portales

Miseria escondida, saludos cordiales

Odio entre vecinos, vidas ejemplares

My street is small and there is no way out

My street is the step of the neighborhood above

In my street there are works because it always plays

Voyeurs, gossips, coca dealers!

Drunks by night, families by day

Seekers of children and outgoing cats

My street is where everyone comes

To buy the November flowers

My dear street is the perfect place

In my street they sell crowns of the dead!

My street is small and has no bars

My street is passing through, here there is no one to stop

Rapists, crazy, brutal beatings

The entire universe in fourteen portals

Hidden misery, best regards

Hate between neighbors, exemplary lives