Los Salieris de Charly

We are peasants of the altroque race
Never a tourist from the famous give me three
We were born on grass, barbecue and lots of wine
But we will never be a fat Argentine

We like the land, we hate the city
But we know that in the dust there is no opportunity
We go from here, we go there
We shock the country by telling the truth

Thank goodness we are not just anyone
They never hated us at school
Thank goodness we are not just anyone
We never lie in church
We are from the group Charly's Salieris
We steal melodies from him, ah, ah, ah

We want a young president now
Let him love life and face death
Yours, mine, a dog's, a cat's
From a tree of all the people
We bought the page, we read Galeano
We sing with La Negra, we listen to Victor Jara
They say youth has no
To govern enough experience
Thank goodness I never have it
Experience of stealing

Thank goodness I never have it
Experience of lying
We are from the group Charly's Salieris
We steal melodies from him, ah, ah, ah

Even though we have a Robertone team
A Leme, a ucoa, to get the voice out
There will always be enough to tell you loudly
Whether you are shit or not
In the pearl of eleven you composed the raft
After the gray hair you didn't go out anymore
What will they tell us for not thinking the same?
Now that communism does not exist
They will be thinking the same
Now they are all sick
They will be thinking the same
Now they are all drug addicts
We are from the group Charly's Salieris
We steal melodies from him, ah, ah, ah

The 1% wants to twist this
9% have the power
Of what remains, only 50% eats
And the rest die without knowing why
It's my country, it's the country of Christ
We give everything without receiving
It's my country, it's a sponge country
It sucks up everything that happens
Thank goodness we are here
We are not going to compromise
Thank goodness we are here
We are not going to stop
We are from the group Charly's Salieris
We steal melodies from him, ah, ah, ah

We are lonely guys who eat from the can
We like the sun of the Tilcara cemetery
The Odeon is in a hurry, our friends are in a hurry
They spend money on us on the phone asking if we have
We give money to the garbage collectors
We sell a lot of records but we are just like them
What is our fault if we go to the most scratchy bar?
Let's have some wine with the drunk who sings to us
We like Magaldi singing chamame
We always mention Pugliese
Troilo and Grela is the main album
We always mention Pugliese
We are from Charly's group Los Saliere
We steal melodies from him, ah, ah, ah