Y Todos Los Días

I learned to grow up, through the empty city
Looking for my daily bread, bread, bread
The world hurt me inside
I traveled through the night to the silence
While I grew up, while I grew up

I was a resident of the neighborhood
I had many friends
Between Loria and Pavón, Pavón
I was known; I was a tip thief
Café, it was my job as a kid, little boy
And so it went on, and so it went on

And every day, and every day
People worked, night and day
Every day, every day
And every day, and every day
The newspapers published rubbish
Every day, every day

Working through the night, I went to the bars
I was watching the love, love of the gentlemen
Raising their glasses, they embraced
With the poor's money they paid
And that's how they lived, and that's how they lived

And that's how I grew up, through the empty city
Mocking the bread, bread, bread, of each day
Sad tenant of the outskirts
I cradled the bandoneon on my knees
And so I went on, and so I continued

While I grew up, that's how I went on
And that's how I lived every day, and I ate almost every day
But I continued and learned
Every day and it hurt me
Every day, every day
Every day