En El Bajo Flores

In your streets so dark
In my teenage fever
We shared our
Lives freely
The police didn't matter
Looking for records
We were always
Suspects> criminals

And the taxi you'll see, that
I'll ask you to get off before
No one will want to go to a place
So chilling.

As a cemetery point
It can leave you very close
To the blocks that are
A whole legend
Of your streets under flowers.
I hear many
People talking
Because the magic of your
Mist moves them.

And you can negotiate in
Some place
Nervously
The darkness will take care of you
Jealously
Animal instinct that will
Warn you suddenly
That the cops are about
To come in through some
Burst
Flowers,... flowers,...
Rock 'n' roll,... flowers...

They are always on your
Corners
As always, as before
The stories of
Tremendous characters
I thank you for not
Changing,
You remain in time
Your streets a
Deep feeling.

And the taxi you'll see...
No one will want...
And you can negotiate in
Some place
Nervously
The darkness will take care of you
Jealously
In the bajo flores...
In the bajo flores.