This neighborhood is my beloved neighborhood,
old neighborhood that I never forgot,
because this is where I was born and grew up,
Between thorns my first steps,
savor my first failures
and looking for fortune I left.
with the goddess fortune sought,
it was a very hard and heavy struggle,
and in the end when I got it,
understood, that brought poverty in the soul
that my life had not been bad,
and again to my neighborhood I returned.
Far from the feel my soul emptied, emptied, emptied,
and do not cry for fear that they would hear my cry,
I go back to my beloved neighborhood,
with these people that I love so much.
WHY IN THESE POOR DISTRICT,
THE MAN PASSES HIS LIFE STRUGGLING AGAINST DESTINY,
AND TO VACES THOSE GIANTS, AS ALL HERITAGE LEAVE
A CROSS ON THE ROAD, I AS A CHILD, I SAW MY OLD MAN WHO
AT THE END OF THE DAY
VENIA SONRIENDO P? R OUT, AND WITH THE DEATROZADA SOUL,
MY MOTHER NOTHING DECIA,
THEY WERE GIANTS,
WHEN MORE HUNGER HAD GIVEN THANKS TO GOD.
Far from the feel my soul emptied, emptied, emptied,
and do not cry for fear that they would hear my cry,
I go back to my beloved neighborhood,
with these people that I love so much.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)