I was born in a neighborhood where the luxury was a chance,
Therefore, I have my heart looking at the south.
My trip was a bee in the hive,
My clean hands, a good soul.
And in this childhood, temperance built me up,
after, my life was a thousand roads stretched out for me
and I knew from the magnate and from the gambler,
therefore, I have my heart looking at the south.
My neighborhood was a jasmine plant,
the shadow was my life in the garden,
the sweet celebration of simpler things
and the peace in the grass couch* of the sun's face...
My neighborhood was my people that weren't there,
the things that haven't yet come.
If since the day that I was myself
with the emotion and with the cross,
I know that I have the heart looking at the south.
The geography of my neighborhood fills me,
It will be therefore from all that wasn't me,
The corner, the department store, the groups of kids,
I recognize them... they're something like mine.
Now I know that the distance isn't real
and I discovered myself in this cardinal point
Coming back to the childhood since the light,
Always having my heart looking at the south...
My neighborhood was a jasmine plant,
the shadow was my life in the garden,
the sweet celebration of simpler things
and the peace in the grass couch* of the sun's face...
My neighborhood was my people that weren't there,
the things that haven't yet come,
If since the day I was myself,
with the emotion and the cross,
I know that I have my heart looking at the south...