La Calle Es Su Lugar (Ana)
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The Street Is Her Place (Ana)
She is friends with a beggar
And he takes amphetamines when he's sick
If your cradle was a sad hole
What is the guilt that must be paid?
Nobody told him he was coming first
And which phone to answer?
Dirty people found on his route
And he learned to play with fire and iron
The street is your place
She knows well
There's no going back
Not for one, not for twenty, not for a hundred
No, don't talk to me about the Devil's path
Or the pursuit of pleasure
She fights for her money
He sells his time without looking at who
The street is your place
She knows well
There's no going back
Not for one, not for twenty, not for a hundred
Ana, Ana, Ana
You can be happy anyway
Ana, Ana, Ana
You can be happy anyway
The street is your place
She knows well
There's no going back
Not for one, not for twenty, not for a hundred
Ana, Ana, Ana
You can be happy anyway
Ana, Ana, Ana
You can be happy anyway
