El loco de la calle [English translation]

I lose my defenses in the curves of anguish.

I look for a look, everytime, everywhere.

My life isn't of anybody, and I never ask anyone

to do something that I wouldn't do without hesitating.

And I know I can't be alone;

if you leave, I'll burn my house.

And she's so lonely that she runs to the center of the street.

Her door and her look closed under lock and key.

And I know she can't be alone;

and now I know she'll get lost.

And in the end, only envy and ambition;

and I know I won't find if I don't search.

I pass to the mad of the street.

I pass to the thirst of living.

My room is so small that I never find its corners.

Since you've been gone, loneliness laughs at me;

I wait for you in the roads and I confuse you everytime.

while I'm lost, kids told me that you're crying.

And I know I can't be alone;

if you leave, I'll burn my house.

And in the end, only envy and ambition;

and I know I'll never find even if I search.

I pass to the mad of the street.

I pass to the thirst of living.

• Artist:El Último de la Fila
• Album:Cuando la pobreza entra por la puerta, el amor salta por la ventana