Santa María
Las calles de mi barrio son santas pa toa la via
Lo mismo da goleta que jabonería
Las calles de mi barrio son santas pa toa la via
Bendito sea ese barrio que me dio la vida
Las calles de mi barrio son santas pa toa la via
A ver quien me discute que san roque no es san roque
Ni santo domingo santo, ni santa santa María
Las calles de este barrio son santas pa toa la via
Lo mismo da goleta que jabonería
La gente de este barrio si tienen que comer
Comen puchero de humildad
Carmela hazme el favor, dame un poquito de sal
En casa de lola esta noche ha habio males
Azoteas tendias con más bajeras que trajes
El niño de María ha hecho hoy la comunión
Vámonos pa los corrales que está calentando el Sol
Que ha traio de comía
Yo traigo sopa tomate
Garbanzos con acelgas y menuo de tres días que ha traio
De jamar no traigo na, pero he traio la lotería
Y así termina el día
Cuando la Luna se come al Sol
Así es un día en el barrio santa María
Y al que no le guste le entre un dolor
Yo cambio mi vida por una tarde cualquiera
Aunque sea tardecita de colegio
No soy de los que piensa
A pesar que todo el mundo va diciendo
Que mi barrio poco a poco va muriendo
Porque en mi mente aún resuena el pito del vigorito
El freidor de sopranis vendiendo pescaito
De la casa las quetes a la casa el moral
Pasando por los tres patios
Calle de la botica eso no se pue aguantar
Plaza de la merced, placita de las canastas
Cristo de la sentencia, nazareno, cigarreras
Santa cena y la patrona que también duerme en mi casa
Las calles de mi barrio siempre serán santas pa to la via
A ver quien me discute que san roque no es san roque
Ni santo domingo santo, ni santa santa María
Bendito sea ese barrio que me dio la vida
La gente de ese barrio serán santas pa toa la via
Santa María
The streets of my neighborhood are holy for the whole way
It doesn't matter if it's a schooner or a soap shop
The streets of my neighborhood are holy for the whole way
Blessed be that neighborhood that gave me life
The streets of my neighborhood are holy for the whole way
Let's see who argues that San Roque is not San Roque
Nor Santo Domingo holy, nor Santa Santa María
The streets of this neighborhood are holy for the whole way
It doesn't matter if it's a schooner or a soap shop
The people of this neighborhood, if they have to eat
They eat a pot of humility
Carmela, please, give me a little salt
At Lola's house, there have been troubles tonight
Rooftops with more sheets than suits
María's child made his communion today
Let's go to the corrals where the Sun is warming up
What have you brought to eat?
I brought tomato soup
Chickpeas with chard and tripe from three days ago that I brought
I don't bring anything to eat, but I brought the lottery
And so the day ends
When the Moon eats the Sun
That's a day in the Santa María neighborhood
And if someone doesn't like it, they get a pain
I'd trade my life for any afternoon
Even if it's a late afternoon from school
I'm not one to think
Despite everyone saying
That my neighborhood is slowly dying
Because in my mind, the whistle of the ice cream cart still echoes
The sopranis fryer selling fish
From the house of the quetes to the house of the moral
Passing through the three patios
Street of the pharmacy, that can't be endured
Plaza de la Merced, little square of the baskets
Christ of the Sentence, Nazarene, Cigarreras
Last Supper and the patron saint who also sleeps in my house
The streets of my neighborhood will always be holy for the whole way
Let's see who argues that San Roque is not San Roque
Nor Santo Domingo holy, nor Santa Santa María
Blessed be that neighborhood that gave me life
The people of that neighborhood will be holy for the whole way