RINCONES
La Polla Records
Corners
My street is small and has no way out
My street is the passage from the upper neighborhood,
In my street there are works because it always happens
Peepers, gossips, cocaine dealers!!
Drunks at night, families during the day,
Children looking for trouble and loose women.
To my street is where everyone comes
To buy the November flowers.
My dear street is the perfect place
In my street they sell funeral wreaths!!
My street is small and has no bars
My street is a pass-through, no one stops here,
Rapists, crazies, brutal beatings,
The whole universe in fourteen doorways.
Hidden misery, cordial greetings
Hatred among neighbors, exemplary lives
