Juan De La Calle

I was born in any neighborhood
They call me Juan from the street
Newspaper seller in the morning
And shoeshiner in the afternoon
I was born in any neighborhood
They call me Juan from the street

The wasteland taught me
To dribble along the shore
That life in the center
Trips me up
The wasteland taught me
To dribble along the shore

My boat of illusion
Rows against the current
And with the thread of the soul
My kite seeks the sun
My boat of illusion
Rows against the current

I'm from a neighborhood, excuse me
I get carried away anywhere
The Indian from the parade
When carnival arrives
I'm from a neighborhood in Salta
I get carried away anywhere

My father in an old cart
Went around buying bottles
And if things don't change
I'll continue with his star
My father in an old cart
Went around buying bottles

Since dreaming costs nothing
I cast my hook into the river
Maybe one of these nights
I can catch the star
Since dreaming costs nothing
I cast my hook into the river

At the end of the day
I have no better fortune
Than to put in my pocket
The moon's coin
At the end of the day
I have no better fortune

I'm from a neighborhood, excuse me
I get carried away anywhere
The Indian from the parade
When carnival arrives
I'm from a neighborhood in Salta
I get carried away anywhere