En el Semáforo
Rubén Blades Lyrics


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Hay un supermercado en el semáforo,
cualquiera cosa que quieran comprar;
fruta, flores, dulces, cocos, fósforos,
lo único es que tiene que parar.

Si el vidrio de su carro no está sucio,
con mucho gusto se lo ensucio más;
la luz dura tanto como el disgusto,
pero el impuesto a la miseria hay que pagar.
Eso es lo justo; impuesto a la miseria hay que pagar,
después del susto, cuando creyó que te iban a pegar.

Tenga cuidado, y no vaya a atropellar
a la niñita que va vendiendo et pivá;
baje ese vidrio pa' que vea los pimentones,
y juegue vivo, no vaya perder el "Rolex"

Llévese, por favor, la flor marchita;
y el pan que bajo el sol se fermentó;
el mani dulce pa' darte al muerto su misa,
plátano verde para pagarle al doctor.
Ay, señor! Hay un supermercado de dolor,
Ay, señor! Hay un supermercado de dolor.





Coro: En el semáforo

Overall Meaning

Rubén Blades's song En el Semáforo describes a common scene at a traffic intersection where people sell various things to drivers who stop at the red light. The lyrics mention a supermarket at the traffic light, which offers everything that someone might want to buy, from fruits, flowers, and sweets to coconuts and matches. However, the catch is that the driver must stop his car to make the purchase.


The song paints a vivid picture of the social disparity in Latin America, where those who cannot afford a fixed location between four walls to sell their goods resort to the streets. The vendors at the traffic light offer everything from spoiled bread to flowers wither from the heat, and peanut candy to pay for their loved one's funeral, all in the hope of making a little money to survive.


The song also highlights the unsafe environment at the intersection and the danger of children selling items and crossing the street amidst heavy traffic. It is a reminder that amid the hustle and bustle of life, it's easy to forget to pause and pay attention to the world around us.


Line by Line Meaning

Hay un supermercado en el semáforo,
At the traffic light, there's a market,


cualquiera cosa que quieran comprar;
where you can buy anything you want;


fruta, flores, dulces, cocos, fósforos,
fruit, flowers, sweets, coconuts, matches,


lo único es que tiene que parar.
the only condition is that you have to stop.


Si el vidrio de su carro no está sucio,
If your car's window isn't dirty,


con mucho gusto se lo ensucio más;
I'll gladly make it dirty;


la luz dura tanto como el disgusto,
the light lasts as long as your displeasure,


pero el impuesto a la miseria hay que pagar.
but the tax on poverty must be paid.


Eso es lo justo; impuesto a la miseria hay que pagar,
That's only fair; tax on poverty must be paid,


después del susto, cuando creyó que te iban a pegar.
after you got scared thinking they were going to hit you.


Tenga cuidado, y no vaya a atropellar
Be careful and don't run over


a la niñita que va vendiendo et pivá;
the little girl selling her products;


baje ese vidrio pa' que vea los pimentones,
lower your window so you can see the peppers,


y juegue vivo, no vaya perder el 'Rolex'
and be smart, don't lose your 'Rolex'


Llévese, por favor, la flor marchita;
Please take the wilted flower;


y el pan que bajo el sol se fermentó;
and the bread that fermented under the sun;


el mani dulce pa' darte al muerto su misa,
the sweet peanuts to give to the dead for their mass,


plátano verde para pagarle al doctor.
green plantains to pay the doctor.


Ay, señor! Hay un supermercado de dolor,
Oh, Lord! There's a supermarket of pain,


Ay, señor! Hay un supermercado de dolor.
Oh, Lord! There's a supermarket of pain.


Coro: En el semáforo
Chorus: At the traffic light




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Comments from YouTube:

Jose Imbert

Pero el impuesto a la miseria hay que pagar...
Uff! Que tema, tan real, tan triste.

Saul Rivera

que triste

vegascharlie07

Numeraso.

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