Andan yugando

They are pickpocketing in the markets
To some outsider who is not from here
They are smoking heavy smoke
To get away from the city
For a little while they close their eyes
And even forget about their siblings
These kids have nothing
And no one will give it to them
They are asking for a coin
At the bus stop
They are sleeping on the doorsteps
When the power goes out on Corrientes
You see them scavenging as cardboard collectors
When it's time for the apron
These little ones are asking
For what this society has left over
Oh, Ay! What a shame
And without watercolor
Oh, it's a sin
To look aside
They are playing around anywhere
And they already know what suffering is
They are washing imported cars
Belonging to some big shot around here
And they easily distinguish
The distant social class
These kids have it clear
The law of the street is their truth
They are chasing the impossible
Pushing carts against the flow
Like links in a chain
In the greed of humans
The active body aggressively
Will always fight for its place
And those with better legs
Will win this race
Oh, Ay! What a shame
And without watercolor
Oh, it's a sin
To look aside
Oh, Ay! What a shame
And without watercolor
Oh, it's a sin
To look aside
Why run along the edge?
I'm not in a hurry to the abyss
I prefer to see in the little square
Kids playing marbles
They are looking for their own life
Among the garbage bags
They are dancing on the cement
But the anger still gathers
Because pride will remain alive
And the story is not over
They are the models left behind
By this deadly globalization
But they still move forward
Because this wound has them bad
Let's help these rascals
So they can leave that place
Let's find in those faces
The other side of the truth
Under this sky there is a hell
For the kids of this city
Let's help these rascals
So they can leave that place, that place.