Plaza Herrera little park
where in the afternoon tired the sun rests
In your pews I dreamed
while the moon painted my blue hope
Old neighborhood that brings me sweet memories of a childhood that happened
Plaza Herrera I remember you
because you have not deleted my fingerprints
Well you still keep those things that a child dreamed.
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
There is the memory of my homeland accompanies me wherever I want
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
I do not forget the neighborhoods even though I'm on foreign soil
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
With smells like that of clothes when they hang pa'secarse
The sweet tart alley and the bean when cooked
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
Even if the names of the faces escape, I do not forget
And I even keep them in the soul with everything with the trace I have lived together
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
No wonder I do not forget that in the face of my mother
there is a shine in your look
When they talk to him he does not even remember Santana and his cathedral
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
There is no wealth in this world enough to buy
What is lived what is learned in a neighborhood in Panama
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
In the face of people in the laughter of their children
Hope never die wherever they go with me
Neighborhood that was the cradle of my immortal soul
Street that was my corner will always be
From Santana to new town from plaza herrera to labrador
From chorrillo to carrasquilla I learned to be a male
To my neighborhood with love and pa'lante
Only among all we can make this a better place :)