Gambeta

It's already six in the morning,
And with a hangover I pack my bag,
After a joint, in the little shower,
I start broken, what a shitty life!.
Kicking the train to work,
Among transvestites and broken sidewalks.
A hell of a heat.
Not even the weather helps, damn it!
One day the damn luck,
I think it will come to me
The charity, the lottery or Roberto Galan!
It will resurrect!

Smell of fart, smell of egg,
They push me from side to side in the Sarmiento.
In the wagon everything is the same
The pickpocket, the posh, alleys or Omar.
The sellers, elbowing,
The damn pig, watching from the back.
I arrive at the office, crazy in the head,
Every day dribbling this mess.
One day the damn luck
I think it will come to me
A full house in the cards, the bet
Why the hell do I bother to pray?

Go to hell
I shout at the bearded man and the whore
Virgin who never got laid.
Go to hell
For my misfortune it was good
That they screwed you on the cross.