Description
A hoarse, hooligan anthem about how the street forges character and makes a person ‘rebellious.’ There is no self-pity or proud bravado here - only the weary honesty of someone who has seen too much to be naive and experienced too much to pretend to be happy. The rhythm seems to walk along the asphalt, kicking empty bottles, rustling a jacket against the walls. Each verse contains the chipped philosophy of the courtyards, where words are more valuable than paper and honour is the last currency. And despite the harshness of this voice, there is a strange freedom to be heard: to live on the edge, to go your own way, even if that path is crooked, but your own.
Lyrics and music: Juan Pablo Vega and Miguel Rico.
Trombone arrangement: Miguel Rico
Vocals: Juan Pablo Vega
Producer: Juan Pablo Vega and Miguel Rico
Mixing: Juan Pablo Vega
Recording engineer: Daniel Bustos
Bongo and bell: Fabio Ortiz
Conga: Mauri Rodríguez
Timbales: Darwin Paez
Piano: Miguel Rico
Bass: Rodrigo Tenjo
Trombone: Abstin Caviedes
Trombone: Edilberto Lievano
Trombone: Fabio Garcia
Vocals: Jose Luis Escobar
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
Esto no es de ayer, ya lleva su rato.
Soy amarga y a mí, qué feliz.
Si tú me dices vete pa' allá, seguro iré para el otro lado, porque sin remedio alguno me llaman, me llaman un tipo atravesado.
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
Esto no es de ayer, ya lleva su rato.
Soy amarga y a mí, qué feliz.
Si vaina viene a tirarme, yo te aseguro tiro también.
Que está bien fregado impresionarme.
No fui peón ni tampoco rey.
Las malas mañas que yo he aprendido, mira, en la calle me salen bien.
No estoy ni triste ni arrepentido, no creo en papel ni palabras ley. Mira.
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
No estoy feliz ni triste ni arrepentido.
Viaja en el pecho aquí dentro todo lo que he vivido.
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
Pateando botella en la calle, buscando problemas al primero que se pare.
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
Vivo caminando solo en la vida y así quiero morir.
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
No quiero problemas contigo, mi pana, paga lo mío o te saco el cortafríos.
Mira, yo soy el atravesado, porque la calle me hizo así.
Con los pachos ten cuidado, atravesado, que te cogen en la calle mal parqueado.
English translation
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
This is not from yesterday, it has been going on for a while.
I am bitter and I am so happy.
If you tell me go over there, I will surely go the other way, because without any remedy they call me, they call me a crazy guy.
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
This is not from yesterday, it has been going on for a while.
I am bitter and I am so happy.
If Vava comes to shoot me, I assure you I will shoot too.
That's pretty cool to impress me.
I was neither a pawn nor a king.
The bad tricks that I have learned, look, on the street they work out well for me.
I am neither sad nor sorry, I do not believe in paper or words law. Look.
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
I'm not happy or sad or sorry.
Everything I have experienced travels in my chest here.
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
Kicking a bottle in the street, looking for trouble for the first one who stops.
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
I live walking alone in life and that's how I want to die.
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
I don't want problems with you, my friend, pay my share or I'll take out the cold jacket.
Look, I am the one crossed, because the street made me like that.
Be careful with the pachos, crossed, they catch you on the street when parking incorrectly.