Pren el Carrer - Txarango

He vist regnar la lluna al desert dels caminants

Pondre’s el Sol a Marrakech duc al record els teus encants

Negre com de l'Àfrica la nit he sentit la teva pell

I d’un rampell el cor embadalit

Pren el carrer, viatger de l’esperança

Porta-la a la ciutat dels somnis vells, porta-la

Porta-la a la ciutat dels somnis vells, porta-la

He vist un primer món podrit baralles de rics

Perdre el nord perdre les pors que de tant gran s’ha fet petit

Negre com de l'Àfrica la nit he sentit la teva pell

I d’un rampell el cor embadalit

Somnis en caravana que deixaré plorant la bella Havana

El sol es pon i tu descalça ensenyant els primers passos de salsa

Pren ell carrer, viatger de l’esperança

Porta-la a la ciutat dels somnis vells, porta-la

Porta-la a la ciutat dels somnis vells, porta-la

Porta-la a la ciutat dels somnis vells, porta-la

Porta-la a la ciutat dels somnis vells, porta-la

Encara que et fallin les forces

I have seen the moon reign in the desert of walkers

Setting the sun in Marrakech reminds you of your charms

Black as in Africa at night I felt your skin

And in one fell swoop the heart pounded

Take to the streets, a traveler of hope

Take her to the city of old dreams, take her

Take her to the city of old dreams, take her

I have seen a rotten first world rich fights

Losing the North loses the fears that have become so small

Black as in Africa at night I felt your skin

And in one fell swoop the heart pounded

Dreams in a caravan that will leave the beautiful Havana crying

The sun is setting and you are barefoot showing the first steps of sauce

He takes to the streets, a traveler of hope

Take her to the city of old dreams, take her

Take her to the city of old dreams, take her

Take her to the city of old dreams, take her

Take her to the city of old dreams, take her

Even if you run out of strength