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Era callejero por derecho propio,
Su filosofía de la libertad
Fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros
Y sobre los otros no pasar jamás.

Aunque fue de todos, nunca tuvo dueño
Que condicionara su razón de ser,
Libre como el viento era nuestro perro,
Nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer.

Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas,
Fiel a su destino y a su parecer,
Sin tener horario para hacer la siesta
Ni rendirle cuentas al amanecer.

Era nuestro perro, y era la ternura
Que nos hace falta cada día más,
Era una metáfora de la aventura
Que en el diccionario no se puede hallar.

Era nuestro perro porque lo que amamos
Lo consideramos nuestra propiedad,
Era de los niños y del viejo Pablo,
A quien rescataba de su soledad.

Era el callejero y era el personaje
De la puerta abierta en cualquier hogar,
Era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje,
El sereno, el cura y todos los demás.

Era el callejero de las cosas bellas
Y se fue con ellas cuando se marchó,
Se bebió de golpe todas las estrellas,
Se quedó dormido y ya no despertó.

Nos dejó el espacio como testamento,
Lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emoción,
Vaga su recuerdo por los sentimientos
Para derramarlos en esta canción.

Fuente: Musixmatch
Compositores: Jose Alberto Garcia Gallo

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He was streetwise in his own right,
His philosophy of freedom
It was winning yours without tying others
And never pass over the others.

Although he belonged to everyone, he never had an owner
That he conditioned his reason for being,
Free as the wind was our dog,
Ours and the street where he was born.

He was a stray with the sun on his back,
Faithful to his destiny and his opinion,
Without having a time to take a nap
Nor give him an account at dawn.

He was our dog, and he was cuteness
That we need more every day,
It was a metaphor for adventure
Which cannot be found in the dictionary.

He was our dog because what we love
We consider it our property,
He was from the children and from old Pablo,
Whom he rescued from his loneliness.

He was the stray and he was the character
From the open door in any home,
He was in our neighborhood like the landscape,
The night watchman, the priest and everyone else.

He was the stray of beautiful things
And he went with them when he left,
He drank all the stars at once,
He fell asleep and never woke up.

He left us the space as a testament,
Full of nostalgia, full of emotion,
The memory of him wanders because of his feelings
To pour them into this song.

Source: Musixmatch
Composers: Jose Alberto Garcia Gallo
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