Ry Cooder — Onda Callejera song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Onda Callejera" by Ry Cooder.
Lyrics
Era la medianoche, when oímos the scream.
Se requieren cien taxis en el almería de Chavez Ravine.
Un montón de soldados, jóvenes y engañados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porqué.
Brotó un desmadre, por tipo acomodado,
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado.
El precio en sangre que se sacó de mi gente
Hasta tal día mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde.
Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tración dineral.
Una bola de pinches, sin corazón, y falso piedad.
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar.
Onda callejera, onda sin honor.
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor.
Onda de lo peor.
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Lyrics translation
It was midnight, when we heard the scream.
A hundred taxis are required in the Almeria De Chavez Ravine.
A lot of soldiers, young and deceived,
They took their scuffle to downtown LA.
Against the Pachucos, not knowing why.
There sprang a mismatch, by well-to-do,
On an unfairly stolen piece of land.
The price in blood that was taken from my people
Until such a day It Stains The Hill and the green stick.
How does the memory hurt if I start to think
In the bad taste of life and monetary traction.
A ball of pricks, heartless, and false pity.
Filling the bags will burn.
Street wave, wave without honor.
Damn wave, worst wave.
Wave of the worst.
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