El Zorzal
Juana Molina
The Thrush
Very tired in the morning,
He gets up and goes to work
It's night and the thrush
Already awake starts to sing
It's three blocks and there he goes
The bus he was going to take
He takes another one and sits down,
He dozes off, starts to dream
A beach far from here with seashells and his mom
Who says to him: -"come over here, eat some fruit and go swimming"-
He wakes up startled,
His stop was left behind
Half an hour, half an hour more,
They will deduct from his pay again
He hurries and upon arriving,
The doorman says -"how are you?
Once again you arrived late,
Keep it up and they will fire you"-
-"come running with your mom, a storm is about to start
Let's quickly prepare a meal for your dad"-
