El Mendigo Del Dock Sud

I am the beggar of Dock Sud
I live under the concrete bridge
And I am happy

Today the sun shines, May 15
And I sit at the end of the Riachuelo
I am happy

The pigeons fly from factory to factory
The river of oil seems content
Like the Black Sea from my history books

I know the story
Of industrial Dock Sud
I was a worker at Shell

I am the beggar of Dock Sud
And I know the end of the Riachuelo
Where the stagnant oil begins
And civilization

I am the beggar of Dock Sud
Where the gasoline and oil are
There are rivers full of garbage
Flowing into the sea

The sea formalizes the magical paths
Under the sea
The sea does not sing its song
There are sea songs
A white butterfly has landed
Whiter

I am the beggar, yes, of Dock Sud
And I know the end of the Riachuelo
Shining in the sun of the planet
Mountains of gold and black