Below is the lyrics of the song Alma De La Calle , artist - Soraya with translation
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Soraya
Se llama MarÃa, es abuela con nueve nietos
Sin diploma, sin un centavo, se ganó el corazón de un pueblo
Sin conocer a sus padres, sin abrazar a sus hermanos
Cuando era niña la abandonaron y cayó en malas manos
Sobre una cama de acero soñaba con los versos
Que leÃa cada noche en las historias del Testamento
Como una yegua sin riendas la quisieron amansar
Sin pensar que este espÃritu tenÃa que volar
Yo soy Alma de la calle
Soy solo lo que soy
Mi refugio son mis versos el ritmo de la calle
Es el latido de mi corazón
Soy Alma de la calle
Esta es mi vida esta soy, yo soy Alma de la calle
Soy la voz que se escapó
Soy la niña que creció en el alma de la calle
La vida le dió golpes y ella vida a sus hijas
Con su amor les enseño ser fuertes y unidas
Por las mañanas trabajaba frente a un centro de cultura
Y por las noches se escapaba y hablaba con su musa
Sin más que fe en su bolsillo flotaba en la emoción
Sin saber que su poesÃa le iba dar tal ovación
Yo soy Alma de la calle
Humilde y sencilla nos narra sus pensamientos
Con sus dedos manchados y el cansancio en sus huesos
Nuestra MarÃa vive en miseria, nuestra MarÃa es poeta
Nuestra MarÃa lustra botas sentada en su caja de madera
Como un espejo sus palabras nos hacen apreciar
Que hay belleza en todo y todos somos igual
Her name is María, she is a grandmother with nine grandchildren
Without a diploma, without a penny, she won the heart of a town
Without knowing her parents of her, without hugging her brothers
When she was a child she was abandoned and she fell into the wrong hands
She on a steel bed she dreamed of the verses
She that she read every night in the Testament stories
Like a mare without reins they wanted to tame her
Without thinking that this spirit had to fly
I am the soul of the street
I am just what I am
My shelter is my verses the rhythm of the street
It's the beat of my heart
I am soul of the street
This is my life, this is me, I am Alma de la calle
I am the voice that got away
I am the girl who grew up in the soul of the street
Her life gave her blows and she gave life to her daughters
With her love, she taught them to be strong and united
In the mornings she worked in front of a culture center
And at night she would sneak out and talk to her muse
With nothing but faith from her in her pocket she floated on emotion
Without knowing that her poetry would give her such an ovation
I am the soul of the street
Humble and simple, she tells us her thoughts
With his stained fingers and the weariness in his bones
Our Mary lives in misery, our Mary is a poet
Our Maria shines boots sitting on her wooden box
Like a mirror of her, her words make us appreciate
That there is beauty in everything and we are all the same
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