Callejero [English translation]

He was stray by his own right,

his philosophy of freedom

was to win his without tying the others

and never to pass over the others.

Though he was of everybody, he never had an owner

who condition his reason to be,

free like the wind was our dog,

ours and of the street who saw him born.

He was a stray with the sun in the back,

true to his destiny and his look,

without having schedules to sleep

and not giving explanations to the dawn.

He was our dog, and he was the tenderness

that we're lacking more everyday,

he was a metaphore of the adventure

that can't be found in the dictionary.

He was our dog because what we love

we consider it our propierty,

he was of the children and the old Paul

who rescued from his loneliness.

He was a stray and he was the celebrity

of the open door in every home,

he was in our neighbourhood like the landscape,

the nightwatch, the priest and all the rest

He was the stray of the good things

and he went with them when he left,

he drank all the stars in one shot

he remained asleep and woke up no more.

He left us the space as a will,

full of nostalgy, full of emotion,

his memory roams through the feelings

to spill them in this song.