Gil Trabajador
Hermetica
Hardworking Fool
The torment of artificial wine
and its barbecue atmosphere
numb the common conscience,
which spends its childhood
in the stomach land
Chewing on this sinister inheritance,
I am a prisoner in my hometown
donating blood to a boss's whim
for a meager salary
With which I can't avoid
the bitter taste of this bad moment.
While the world, police and thief,
baptize me with a smile, hardworking fool.
Human beast that still sleeps
from the cradle to the coffin,
lost in the path to follow
for not knowing that there is no end
to escape from.
From Pacheco to La Paternal,
from Dock Sud to 3 de Febrero,
a thousand friends with their hearts
await this song
to get through
the bitter taste of this bad moment
While the world, police and thief,
baptize me with a smile, hardworking fool.
Fool, hardworking fool.