Chacarera de Las Cloacas

A tiny girl
Sweeps the sidewalk,
Where will she sleep with mommy
Or with what's left of her?

The whole family passes by
With two-wheeled carts,
They no longer seek illusions
Just paper and wood.

But when the sun rises,
Your eyes will shine again.
How long until the sun rises?
That depends on you,
And on many, many like you.

Chacarera, chacarera, in what room have we fallen,
I don't want to continue dead in a pit that is not mine

But when the sun rises,
Your eyes will shine again.
How long until the sun rises?
That depends on you,
And on many, many like you.