La zanja
Buena Fe
The Ditch
... And the people, oh the people,
They ask us for a song about the environment.
... And the people, oh the people,
They ask us for a song about the environment.
The little blue tadpole
Has grown its little legs.
Yesterday it was just swimming,
Tomorrow it will jump and hop.
The other, even smaller one,
Approaches the little egg sac
That floats so calmly
Since the early morning.
Very nervous
The gossiping dragonflies,
Complaining about the slime covering them.
Suddenly everything turns white and remains,
Buried in white waters.
The soap has arrived at the store.
The page from that planning book
Is now a magnificent
Paper boat.
Three crazy ants
Don't know what to do,
The kids condemn them
As the crew.
Rags boasting about their exploits
Saved from the hygienic campaign.
... And the people, oh the people,
They ask us for a song about the environment.
Well, here it goes...
The ditch that runs in front of my house
Is not on the city map.
The ditch that runs in front of my house
Feeds off this neighborhood.
If, due to its stench,
They name it with malice,
It's not its fault to be a mirror of our insides.
The ditch that runs in front of my house
Is not on the city map.
The ditch that runs in front of my house
Feeds off this neighborhood.
And from any place
Marginal and hysterical,
That the press tenderly calls:
Peripheral.
