Put your finger on the trigger to hammer
and put 10 plomaso on his face
So simple and simple killed the rogue
and did not say goodbye to his mom
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they sunbathe and kill
This is the corner where love ends
Sir, where the arcalde do not pass
He is looking for his little girl because his little girl
he was bombarding her with flowers
And as nothing moves he took out his pistolita
Well, whoever is looking for it, do not cry
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they sunbathe and kill
This is the corner where love ends
Sir, where the arcalde do not pass
It will be that in homes there is no attention
It will be that each parent is a borrachon
That's why they banned the alley
Where the rain is bullets and consolation is a blon
Is getting into the cure and how is it
well pure in this case no luck pipe
The mother cries with bitterness
Manchase the garbage that your son already put in death
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they sunbathe and kill
This is the corner where love ends
Sir, where the arcalde do not pass
The young policeman remembers the days
in which they abused him in school
Now it is full of anger for the alley
he throws himself down to the world the tooth
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they sunbathe and kill
This is the corner where love ends
Sir, where the arcalde do not pass
It will be that in homes there is no attention
It will be that each parent is a borrachon
That's why they banned the alley
Where the rain is bullets and consolation is a blon
This is the jungle where they knock down whoever
Tennis shoes that do not already have it on the cables
If they do not shoot with the asca cut with a saber
Everyone sees him but they fear the guilty
Where the government on each corner builds a kiosk
To make it easy for you to have the drink
Where distrubuyen the rum at a very low price
Paque drink alcohol
And they put the trutitos
This is the corner where my panitas die
That instead of leaving the danger of death they prefer
They were raised together and killed by women
If they knew guys what that hurts me
Where all people have an addict relative
Where there are brother who pretend to preach Christ
This is the corner where many are gillan of ready
It is full of children that his father has never seen
It will be that in homes there is no attention
It will be that each parent is a borrachon
That's why they banned the alley
Where the rain is bullets and consolation is a blon
Only among all we can make this a better place :)