Alberto Cortez — Callejero song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Callejero" by Alberto Cortez.
Lyrics
era callejero por derecho propio
su filosofia de la libertad
fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros
y sobre los otros no pasar jamas
aunque fue de todos nunca tuvo un dueqo
que condicionara su razon de ser
libre como el viento era nuestro perro
nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer
era un callejero cone el sol a cuestas
fiel a su destino y a su parecer
sin tener horario para hacer la siesta
y rendirle cuentas al amanecer
era nuestro perro y era la ternura
que nos hace falta cada dia mas
era una metafora de la aventura
que en el diccionario no se puede hallar
era nuestro perro porque lo amamos
lo consideramos nuestra propiedad
y era de los niqos y del viejo pablo
a quien rescataba de su soledad
era un callejero y era el personaje
de la puerta abierta en cualquier hogar
era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje
el sereno, el gordo y todos los demas
era el callejero de las cosas bellas
y se fue con ellas cuando se marcho
se bebio de golpe todas las estrellas
se quedo dormido y no desperto
nos dejo el espacio como testamento
lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emocion
vaga su recuerdo por mis sentimientos
para derramarlas en esta cancion
Lyrics translation
he was street in his own right.
his philosophy of freedom
it was winning his without tying others
and about the others never happen
although it was all of them never had a dueqo
that will condition their raison d'être
free as the wind was our dog
our and the street that saw him born
he was a streetwalker with the sun on his back
true to your destiny and your opinion
without a nap schedule
and report to him at dawn
it was our dog and it was tenderness
that we need every day more
it was a metaphor for adventure
that in the dictionary can not be found
he was our dog because we loved him
we consider it our property
and it was the children's and old Paul's
whom he rescued from his loneliness
he was a streetwalker and he was the character
open door in any home
it was in our neighborhood like the landscape
the serene, the fat and all the others
he was the street of beautiful things
and he left with them when he left
he suddenly drank all the stars
he fell asleep and didn't wake up
I leave us space as a testament
full of nostalgia, full of emotion
he wanders his memory for my feelings
to pour them into this song