Muchacho Del Taller y La Oficina

Hey! Workshop and office guy!
This song, this song is for you
It's coming through the radio waves
The city's sun shining bright outside

Even though many use you
Many spit on you
Many will use you

Locked in between iron machines
Now housed in your sooty prison
And your idol, lounging by the pool
Gifts you the joy of living

Even though many use you
Many spit on you
Many will use you

Hey! Workshop and office guy!
Have a coffee from the union
And listen to the song of freedom
Now that your boss is about to call you

Run to look at yourself in the mirror
See your old face
Proud, scared of nothing

I'm standing now
At the factory gate
Living your life and mine
Where's the smiling bricklayer
Where's the woman waiting
Where's the rotten river, the lonely sunflower
Where's the brutality

One, two, three
I'm on the January asphalt
Buying steel churros
But I see the lights dimming
And war crushes us
I'm thinking of saving myself
To bury myself again

And I'm thinking of saving myself
To bury myself again
And I'm thinking of saving myself
To bury myself again

Hey, guy
I'm on the street singing
Can't you see I'm singing now

It's drizzling in Hurlingham, oh
Guy, can't you see me on the street singing
I'm stopping and looking around
I'm getting on the trains
That have to take me soon to Luján

Hey, guy
I'm on the street singing
Can't you see I'm singing now
Right now singing
Kicking plastic bottles
Breathing in truck and chimney smoke

I'm in José León Suarez
There are dump trucks and Petinari trucks
Crazy women coming out of bars
Railways carrying towns with heat

I'm in José León Suárez
There are dump trucks and Petinari trucks
Railways carrying towns with heat