Acerca Del Niño Proletario

We fell together, downhill
We were 3 from the neighborhood and one from Villa 22
A poor poor, a poor devil
We were the devilish children of love
From the most Argentine families
We didn't fall asleep without praying the Our Father to the Redeemer

The absent child, the proletarian
Carried in his blood a thousand generations of the worst alcohol
Among the iron, among the toads
Among the almost insane heat of the dry stream, throw it away
We convinced him, we made him fall in love
And we swore to him that he would never forget us
And so we made him eat the mud
Swallow the very dirt with which he had fed
And so we made him drink terror
3 rich kids entrepreneurs, the closest thing to a saint
And we laughed, we encouraged each other
Kicking the butt of a hungry, sad and lonely little boy

I am 20000 years old, I am a caged madman
I am 20000 years old, I am the proletarian child
I am 20000 years old, and I am in the air

I pulled down his pants
While my 2 brothers tied his arms, his sweat
Soaked us, excited us
I put mine so deep inside him that it exploded
And it was precious, so kamikaze
I was Caligula and he was the virgin this god violated
We finished him off so suddenly
And as he was dying, I stabbed his heart
And I hit hard between his teeth
The boy had no voice left to ask for mercy
To kill him, as soon as possible
Go sing to Gardel, go sing to Perón

I am 20000 years old, I am a caged madman
I am 20000 years old, I am the proletarian child
I am 20000 years old, and I am in the air
I am in the air.