El Flaco Chile

The skinny guy has copper-colored hair
He's a declared romantic, he's rich and poor
He's a star that shines alone
He's a square that falls in love
With the boys
Who in the afternoon
Weave forbidden dreams of parents
The skinny guy turns a year every eighteen
And he's like a madman when he goes out by the Mapocho

The skinny guy lights up the daylight
Lights pigeons under the mine
Yells vegetables in the markets
And walks in August on the rooftops

Skinny guy, cut the hair of sadness
There's a future at the door
Skinny, I'm your Chilean who with his skinny girl
Multiplies the homeland

The skinny guy wears a tie in the office
And walks shouting candies on the corners
Paints horizons on the window
He sinks in the water with his basket
And a silver fish brings home for the lunch of hope

For the skinny guy I sing not only do I put
Hands to the fire, but life with my whole body
Because the future has a school
Where hands play ring-around-the-rosy where life
Is a teacher full of children and flags
Skinny guy, cut the hair of sadness