[Verse 1]
In del Campo Street there's a delightful lady
With big, leaf-colored eyes
She spends all night on the doorstep
Sells the same rose to everyone

[Verse 2]
In del Campo Street there's a little girl
With dew-colored lips
And eyes as grey as the street
Flowers grow wherever she steps

[Verse 3]
In del Campo Street there's a whore
With big, leaf-colored eyes
If you ever feel like loving her
All it takes is to take her by the hand
And it feels like you're travelling far
She looks at you with a smile
You didn't think that paradise
Was just there on the first floor

[Verse 4]
To del Campo Street goes a fool
Begging her to get married
To see her go up the stairs
Until the balcony has closed
Love and laugh if love responds
Cry hard if it doesn't hear you
Nothing is born from diamonds
Flowers arise from manure
Nothing is born from diamonds
Flowers arise from manure