So I was coming out the sky in this old jet plane Santiago, Chile As we were making a runway, I looked down the window... потом допишу Santiago Santiago Santiago Santiago
I'm a dog on the streets of Santiago Once had a home but now I am stray Times I run alone or with my companeros Freedom is a struggle Don't want it any other way
In Santiago Santiago Santiago Santiago
Mama was a pure bread She lived the life Had fences and family Was a rich poodle's wife She fell in love With Daddy's one floppy ear One night just hopped the fence That's how I'm here
I was born in a trash bin behind La Moneda Just known the rough life since I was pup Mama said "Welcome to your life kid, be proud of it You got nothing to lose, don't ever give up."
In Santiago Santiago Santiago Santiago
Old ragged Gypsy come wander the streets I know you're looking in garbage cans for something to eat But I'm not worried, not worried not in the least One man's garbage is another dog's feast
The moon is the guardian of all the lost children Music, sweet music can warm up the night And here on the corner we howl at the moon For all who are lonesome and all that is right