En La Ribera
Bersuit Vergarabat
On the Riverbank
On the riverbank
On the riverbank there are hormones
There are drumbeats
Black hips that belt the misery
On the riverbank
Sewer of history
Blacks from La Boca
Or Avellaneda
Or Laferrere
Or La Matanza, which still hurts
Only trash is thrown
White pepper is inhaled
Hearts ooze
And they play the murga
Warrior dances
They dance to hunger
They sing to the plague
No matter the cost
It's the art of the fight
It's a camera with today's meal
A car can save them for another month
Like a pack stalking their prey
There is no worse crime than letting oneself be trashed
On the riverbank
On the riverbank they screw
The paraplegic moves you
The grandparents turn you over
And they screw
Indifferent rebellion
The hole gives life
Flowers from the stream
On the riverbank
Sex is cheap
I met God's face at fifteen
On the riverbank
The crowd bursts
They grow more than expected
The indigenous did not disappear
On the riverbank
They hang in tens on the breasts
They are the decorations
That no genocidal carried
On the riverbank
If they don't die of hunger
It's because something remains in the blood
That the wind didn't take away
And they dance cumbia
Every night they cumbia
They tell stories
That not even the cruelest imagined
They chew on anger
As in ancient reductions
Without even knowing
Where their skin comes from
The pick is like an ancient warrior spear
"The new" weapon of the urban hunter
It seems that poisoning them is not violence
Their desperation is violence
On the riverbank
On the riverbank they screw you
The paraplegic moves you
The grandfather steals from you
And they screw
Indigent rebellion
The hole gives life
Flowers from the stream
On the riverbank
On the riverbank they screw you
The paraplegic moves you
The grandfather steals from you
And they screw
Indigent rebellion
The hole gives life
Flowers from the stream
On the riverbank, how beautiful on the riverbank...
