I was born in a cheap neighborhood
I was a neighbor of a bakery
My best toy was a cat
His meow inspired melodies
I grew up in the 33
And there was a little bit of everything
Men who were dying of stress
Widows, transvestites, crazy people
It was a gray world
The color painted it your desire to live longer I was happy
Dreams did not point beyond the nose
I wanted to be a firefighter for the company ±ÃÂa 26
One day I discovered the school
And due to lack of enthusiasm
I discovered my first sorrows
And I wore my ears ass
But I learned to read
And with that my desire to know increased
I met Borges, Márquez and also
To Mr. Vidal and a morning newspaper he told me that Vietnam existed
From 33rd Street, from 33rd Street
There where there was no law
They are born aimless stories
From the simple to the profound
From 33rd Street, from 33rd Street
There where there was no law
A guitar was my name
And he showed my direction
I tried my first beer
And at twelve I had my first cigarette
I became a man with a princess
In the back of a car
While the drugs
They were for my friends, the new mischief
Me flying in my bedroom
Catching muses in my sheet music
I found © the path
That today brought me here
From 33rd Street, from 33rd Street
There where there was no law
Stories are born without direction
br/>From the simple to the profound
From 33rd Street, from 33rd Street
There where there was no law
A guitar was my name
And I knew I set my course
From 33rd Street
From 33rd Street

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