Tercer Cielo — La Calle song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Calle" by Tercer Cielo.
Lyrics
Otra mañana mas
me toca despertar sin deseo alguno
de volverme a levantar
no quiero escuchar las noticias que suenan siempre
en mi barro al desayunar
«¿supiste que mataron al hijo de don fulano?, llevaba
tiempo que algo asi se andaba el buscando»
y lo encontro
me duele el corazon y se me va la voz
llorando al ver como se pierde mi generacion
los que vi crecer, con los que jugue
los amigos que tuve en la escuela y tanto ame
cuando me converti dijeron que yo estaba loco
que esta vida hay que gozarla porque no hay otra
la calle es como un banco que te puede prestar
y luego con un interes muy alto comparar
no se trata de dinero, y luego no podras pagar
mientras te va cobrando lo mejor te quitara
la calle sabe que tu tienes potencial
que Dios para tu vida tiene algo especial
pero la calle viene y te brinda vanidad
haciendote creer que no te puedes escapar
pero no es verdad
recuerdo aquella vez
fue un martes 16, el intento de asalto
que hize con José, parecía que todo saldría
bien, nos ibamos despúes de el dinero recoger
¿quien iba a pensar que del bolso de una señora
podrían salir dos disparos de una pistola?
y nos impacto
y 15 días despúes fue cuando desperte
estuve al borde de la muerte pero me salve
Dios me permitio volver a nacer
aquel chance que yo tuve bien lo aproveche
yo pregunte por José cuando volvio a mi mente
alguien me dijo «no la hizo. la bala fue en la frente»
la calle es como un banco que te puede prestar
y luego con un interes muy alto comparar
no se trata de dinero, y luego no podras pagar
mientras te va cobrando lo mejor te quitara
la calle sabe que tu tienes potencial
que Dios para tu vida tiene algo especial
pero la calle viene y te brinda vanidad
haciendote creer que no te puedes escapar
pero no es verdad
tu puedes escapar
tu puedes escapar
Lyrics translation
Another morning
it's my turn to wake up without any desire
to get up again
I don't want to hear the news that always sounds
in my mud at breakfast
"did you know that don soano's son was killed?, lead
time that something like that he was looking for»
and I found it
my heart hurts and my voice goes away
crying to see my generation lose
the ones I saw growing up, the ones I played with
the friends I had at school and so much love
when I turned they said I was crazy
that this life must be enjoyed because there is no other
the street is like a bank that can lend you
and then with a very high interest compare
it's not about money, and then you won't be able to pay
while he's charging you the best he'll take away
the street knows you have potential
that God for your life has something special
but the street comes and gives you Vanity
making you think you can't get away
but it's not true
I remember that time
it was a Tuesday the 16th, the assault attempt
that I did with Joseph, it seemed that everything would come out
well, we were leaving after the money was collected.
who would have thought that of a lady's purse
could two shots come out of a gun?
and impact us
and 15 days later was when I woke up
I was on the verge of death but saved myself
God allowed me to be born again
that chance I had well take advantage of
I asked for Joseph when he came back to my mind
someone told me, " he didn't. the bullet was in the forehead.»
the street is like a bank that can lend you
and then with a very high interest compare
it's not about money, and then you won't be able to pay
while he's charging you the best he'll take away
the street knows you have potential
that God for your life has something special
but the street comes and gives you Vanity
making you think you can't get away
but it's not true
you can escape
you can escape