Ahi Va La Pobreza

I've seen in my town, walking its streets,
And through its sidewalks, a little blond boy with wheat-colored hair, asking for coins, the people who pass by,
Happy by his side, haven't realized,
That under those clothes, full of patches,
There goes poverty. Broken shoes,
In its holes, a little frog shows,
Its cracked face, from cold mornings,
Of wind and dirt, and the sad eyes,
Seeing on the street, so much indifference,
While 2 coins, he holds in his hand,
There goes poverty.

I ask those who walk the world,
And only think about buying weapons,
That cold iron, symbol of war,
Look one day, at those sad children,
From humble homes, and spend the money,
Buying weapons, to kill misery,
So we no longer see, the sad blond boy, full of sadness, who has no dreams of carousels,
Or going to school, who has never known,
A toy and some think,
When they see him pass by on his way home,
There goes poverty,

Carrying pockets full of marbles,
And small stones, which are ammunition,
To kill sparrows for his slingshot,
The number 5 will be promised but never
Arrive, and the wise men because of his humble
Home do not come near, he doesn't look at the
Kiosks because candies no longer interest him,
Buying the stew that 3
Little siblings at home wait for, but today,
It will be little because people no longer give him
Coins, from head to toe he heads home,
There goes poverty.

I ask those who walk the world,
And only think about buying
Weapons, that cold iron symbol of war,
Look one day, at those sad children,
From humble homes, and spend the money
On buying weapons to kill misery,
So we no longer see the sad blond boy full of
Sadness, who has no dreams of carousels,
Or going to school, who has never known,
A toy and some think,
When they see him pass by on his way home,
There goes poverty.

Seeing him pass by on his way home,
There goes poverty...