Marta Three

Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, it’s hard to be nice, might as well be space, people walk around like glue, need food on their plate, everyone wants a better life, show what they can do, away from all the spite, our song still resonates, a feeling far from Blue, in an almost constant state, this barrio is our life, always something here for you, under naked sodium lights, this is what we create, to sing within our blood, we don't stay up late, home is our easy nights, when we look at truth, will be whem we die, laughing at our youth.