Los chicos de la esquina

The corner boys
They are making fun of her
Because they say he doesn't know how to walk
Who doesn't even know the groups that are in fashion
Doesn't know U2, The Rolling Stones, The Paranoid Mice, Marilyn Manson, Phlegm, Soda
Stereo, Los Redonditos de Ricota... What do I know?

And yet she is a good girl
What washes and what cooks?
Who takes care of his four brothers
Because at night
His father gets drunk

His father is a fucking drunk
who never goes to work
The mine abandoned it a long time ago
He left with his best friend (as always happens)
Leaving him four children and a big girl
What washes and what cooks?
But at night she feels alone

The boys on the corner
They don't understand any of this
They are rockers
With the walkman in my head
They are always turned around
With alcohol or pills

And she is in love with everyone
And at night he dreams
That someone comes looking for her
To smoke a faso or to go dancing
Or simply discover your female body

Some fat neighbors
Sometimes good things are done
And they bring him some food
What leftover dinner

She treats them sweetly and says: "No thank you, ma'am."
My brothers and I are fine
My father loves us very much
And even if you don't believe it
We don't need other people's charity

My mother left a long time ago
Before turning seven
Maybe it's better now
She chose that path

But we love my father very much
And we would never abandon it
We know he's a good guy
Who just had bad luck

That's how things are in this shitty world we live in.
A little bad luck and everything goes to hell, what do you want me to tell you, brother