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Love of the Street

Héctor Lavoe

Amor De La Calle

Amor de la calle que vendes tus besos a cambio de amor;
aunque tu le quieras, aunque tu le esperes el tarda en llegar.
No olvidas tus penas bailando y tomando, fingiendo reír
y el frío de la noche castiga tu alma y pierdes la fé.

Amor de la calle que buscando vas cariño
con tu carita pintada, con tu carita pintada con el corazón herido.
Si tuvieras un cariño, un cariño verdadero;
tu serías tal vez distinta como o igual a otras mujeres,
pero te han mentido tanto.

Cuando ya has bebido mucho, vas llorando por la calle
y si el mundo comprendiera, pero no saben tu pena.

Amor de la calle que buscando vas cariño
con tu carita pintada, con tu carita pintada con el corazón herido.
Si tuvieras un cariño, un cariño verdadero;
tu serías tal vez distinta como o igual a otras mujeres,
pero te han mentido tanto.

Cuando ya has bebido mucho, vas llorando por la calle
y si el mundo comprendiera, pero no saben tu pena.

Amor de la calle que buscando vas cariño
con tu carita pintada, con tu carita pintada con el corazón herido.

Love of the Street

Love of the street that sells your kisses in exchange for love;
even if you love him, even if you wait for him, he takes a long time to arrive.
You don't forget your sorrows dancing and drinking, pretending to laugh
and the cold of the night punishes your soul and you lose faith.

Love of the street, seeking affection
with your painted face, with your painted face with a wounded heart.
If you had affection, true affection;
you might be different or the same as other women,
but they have lied to you so much.

When you have drunk a lot, you walk crying through the street
and if the world understood, but they don't know your pain.

Love of the street, seeking affection
with your painted face, with your painted face with a wounded heart.
If you had affection, true affection;
you might be different or the same as other women,
but they have lied to you so much.

When you have drunk a lot, you walk crying through the street
and if the world understood, but they don't know your pain.

Love of the street, seeking affection
with your painted face, with your painted face with a wounded heart.

Escrita por: Orlando Brito