Soraya — Alma De La Calle song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Alma De La Calle" by Soraya.
Lyrics
se llama Mara, es abuela con nueve nietos
sin diploma, sin un centavo, se ganі el corazіn de un pueblo
sin conocer a sus padres, sin abrazar a sus hermanos
cuando era ni±a la abandonaron y cayі en malas manos
sobre una cama de acero so±aba con los versos
que lea cada noche en las historias del Testamento
como una yegua sin riendas la quisieron amansar
sin pensar que este espritu tena que volar
Ђќyo 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 corazіn
soy Alma de la Calle
esta es mi vida esta soy yo soy Alma de la Calle
soy la voz que se escapі
soy la ni±a que creciі en el alma de la calleЂќ
la vida le diі golpes y ella vida a sus hijas
con su amor les ense±o ser fuertes y unidas
por las ma±anas trabajaba frente a un centro de cultura
y por las noches se escapaba y hablaba con su musa
sin mЎs que fe en su bolsillo flotaba en la emociіn
sin saber que su poesa le iba dar tal ovaciіn
Ђќyo soy Alma de la Calle.. .Ђќ
humilde y sencilla nos narra sus pensamientos
con sus dedos manchados y el cansancio en sus huesos
nuestra Mara vive en miseria, nuestra Mara es poeta
nuestra Mara 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
Lyrics translation
her name is Mara, she's a grandmother with nine grandchildren
without a diploma, without a penny, I won the heart of a people
without knowing their parents, without embracing their brothers
when I was a child, she was abandoned and I fell into the wrong hands.
on a steel bed with the verses
read every night in the stories of the will
like a mare without reins they wanted to tame her
without thinking that this spirit has to fly
I am soul of the street
I'm just what I am
my refuge are my verses
the rhythm of the street
it's the heartbeat of my heart
I am soul of the street
this is my life this is I am soul of the street
I'm the voice that escaped
I'm the girl I grew up in the soul of callle
life I beat her and she lives her daughters
with his love he teaches them to be strong and United
I worked in front of a cultural center for the years.
and at night he'd run away and talk to his muse
without mYs that faith in his pocket floated in emotion
not knowing that his poem would give him such a standing ovation
I am soul of the street.. .Ђќ
humble and simple tells us his thoughts
with his stained fingers and fatigue on his bones
our Mara lives in misery, our Mara is a poet
our Mara polishes boots sitting in her wooden box
like a mirror his words make us appreciate
that there is beauty in everything and we are all the same