La Calle - Tercer Cielo

Otra mañana mas

Me toca despertar sin deseo alguno

De volverme a levantar

No quiero escuchar las noticias que suenan siempre

En mi barro al desayunar

«¿supiste que mataron al hijo de don fulano?, llevaba

Tiempo que algo asi se andaba el buscando»

Y lo encontro

Me duele el corazon y se me va la voz

Llorando al ver como se pierde mi generacion

Los que vi crecer, con los que jugue

Los amigos que tuve en la escuela y tanto ame

Cuando me converti dijeron que yo estaba loco

Que esta vida hay que gozarla porque no hay otra

La calle es como un banco que te puede prestar

Y luego con un interes muy alto comparar

No se trata de dinero, y luego no podras pagar

Mientras te va cobrando lo mejor te quitara

La calle sabe que tu tienes potencial

Que Dios para tu vida tiene algo especial

Pero la calle viene y te brinda vanidad

Haciendote creer que no te puedes escapar

Pero no es verdad

Recuerdo aquella vez

Fue un martes 16, el intento de asalto

Que hize con José, parecía que todo saldría

Bien, nos ibamos despúes de el dinero recoger

¿quien iba a pensar que del bolso de una señora

Podrían salir dos disparos de una pistola?

Y nos impacto

Y 15 días despúes fue cuando desperte

Estuve al borde de la muerte pero me salve

Dios me permitio volver a nacer

Aquel chance que yo tuve bien lo aproveche

Yo pregunte por José cuando volvio a mi mente

Alguien me dijo «no la hizo.

la bala fue en la frente»

La calle es como un banco que te puede prestar

Y luego con un interes muy alto comparar

No se trata de dinero, y luego no podras pagar

Mientras te va cobrando lo mejor te quitara

La calle sabe que tu tienes potencial

Que Dios para tu vida tiene algo especial

Pero la calle viene y te brinda vanidad

Haciendote creer que no te puedes escapar

Pero no es verdad

Tu puedes escapar

Tu puedes escapar

another morning

I have to wake up without any desire

to get up again

I don't want to hear the news that always sounds

In my mud at breakfast

«Did you know that they killed the son of Mr. So-and-so? He was wearing

Time that something like that was looking for»

and found it

My heart aches and my voice is gone

Crying to see how my generation is lost

The ones I saw growing up, the ones I played with

The friends I had at school and loved so much

When I converted they said I was crazy

That this life must be enjoyed because there is no other

The street is like a bank that can lend you

And then with a very high interest compare

It's not about money, and then you can't pay

While he is charging you the best he will take away

The street knows that you have potential

That God has something special for your life

But the street comes and gives you vanity

Making you believe that you can't escape

But it is not true

I remember that time

It was a Tuesday the 16th, the attempted robbery

What did I do with José, it seemed that everything would work out

Well, we were leaving after the money was collected

who would have thought that from a lady's handbag

Could two shots come out of a gun?

and we were shocked

And 15 days later was when I woke up

I was on the verge of death but I was saved

God allowed me to be reborn

I took advantage of that chance that I had

I asked for José when he came back to my mind

Someone told me “he didn't do it.

the bullet was in the forehead»

The street is like a bank that can lend you

And then with a very high interest compare

It's not about money, and then you can't pay

While he is charging you the best he will take away

The street knows that you have potential

That God has something special for your life

But the street comes and gives you vanity

Making you believe that you can't escape

But it is not true

you can escape

you can escape