Juan Luis Guerra — La Calle (feat. Juanes) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Calle (feat. Juanes)" by Juan Luis Guerra.
Lyrics
Tú me dijiste que la mañana
se compraba con un beso
y que la guerra estaba en venta
y que la paz tenía su precio
Que la política se viste
de oro, plata y lino fino
y lo que sale de la boca
paga impuesto en el oído
Que cada día es más angosto el camino
Ay! que la calle está dura
Que la calle está dura
Ay! que el que no corre vuela
Que el que no corre vuela
Ay! que la luna se aleja
Que la luna se aleja
Ay! me pregunto y medito
Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mi mismo?
Tú me dijiste que la mentira
usaba lentes de contacto
y que un zapato de Valentino
se autoproclamó barato
Que un arancel se enamoró
de un tributario en zona franca
Que la anestesia se fue a Londres
a un congreso de turismo
Que cada día trae su afán y te explico
Ay! que la calle está dura
Que la calle está dura
Ay! que el que no corre vuela
Que el que no corre vuela
Ay! que la luna se aleja
Que la luna se aleja
Ay! me pregunto y medito
Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mi mismo?
Bring it down!
Y que no hay favoritismos con el café
El que primero cuela es el que va a beber
Que Tchaikovsky era ruso y Debussy francés
Cuando el río suena es que agua trae lo sé
Que los clubes son trincheras de la societé
Donde caben siete caben veintitrés
Que la noche pinta buena para Star Trek
Hey! Man, no te jueges con eso!
Ay! que la calle está dura
Que la calle está dura
Ay! que el que no corre vuela
Que el que no corre vuela
Ay! que la luna se aleja
Que la luna se aleja
Ay! me pregunto y medito
Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mi mismo?
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody
Lyrics translation
You told me that the morning
it was bought with a kiss
and that war was for sale
and that peace had its price
That politics is dressed
of gold, silver and fine linen
and what comes out of the mouth
pay tax in the ear
That every day the road is narrower
Ay! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Ay! that the one who does not run flies
That the one who does not run flies
Ay! that the moon goes away
That the moon goes away
Ay! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
You told me the lie
he was wearing contact lenses.
and that a Valentino shoe
self-proclaimed cheap
That a tariff fell in love
of a tributary in zona franca
That anesthesia went to London
to a tourism Congress
That every day brings its eagerness and I explain
Ay! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Ay! that the one who does not run flies
That the one who does not run flies
Ay! that the moon goes away
That the moon goes away
Ay! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
Bring it down!
And that there are no favouritism with coffee
The one who first leaks is the one who will drink
That Tchaikovsky was Russian and French Debussy
When the river sounds is that water brings it I know
That clubs are trenches of society
Where seven fit twenty-three
May the night look good for Star Trek
Hey! Man, don't play with that!
Ay! that the street is hard
That the street is hard
Ay! that the one who does not run flies
That the one who does not run flies
Ay! that the moon goes away
That the moon goes away
Ay! I wonder and meditate
What is the square root of myself?
Love somebody
Need somebody
Love somebody
Need somebody