El Argentinito - Leon Gieco

Ese pequeño argentinito que llevamos

Va colgado como gajo de la mano

Bien peinado con corbata y mocasín

Va gritando sólo para hacerse ver

Saca la lengua mientra vamos caminando

Y se revuelca entre lo que descarte

Se persigna con el agua de cuneta de la insignia de ayer

Picapleitos paranoico y desconfiado

Va puteando con voz de ventrílocuo

Es apostólico, católico y romano

Delator, miliquito y monitor y

Festejo los goles de aquel mundial

Así los llantos de el no los pudo tapar

Conmemoró con mil banderas argentinas al borracho del balcón

Este pequeño argentinito que llevamos

Va colgado como gajo de la mano

Odia piquetes y a los pobres de la esquina

Guay si la que maneja el auto es una mina

Junta las ramas con espinas de los parques

Y te las clava en las patas hasta sangrar

Naturalmente es fracasado y te hace ver que aun perdiendo es ganador

Pone pajaritos en la licuadora

Y con un palo tumba horneros de pared

Se hace chupar por la ambulancia y la sirena

Y todos creen que esta allí por familiar

Y cuando ve la 31 del avión sueña

Con topadoras como solución

Vota inútiles y al tiempo te hace creer

Que jamás él los votó

Este pequeño argentinito que llevamos

Va colgado como gajo de la mano

Orina todas las macetas de la tía

Y le tira los gatitos del balcón

Pone dulce de leche en las zapatos de los amigos

Que quedaron a dormir

Ensarta sapos con las flechas de su arco

Y muestra su trofeo al fin

Periférico, vacío y egoísta

Cree que todo el mundo piensa en él

Rompe botellas en los tachos de comida

Así los pobres no se acercan ni a ver

Y se lleva la pelota del partido

Porque es suya y es un regalo del papa

Va enojado porque el gol que le metieron

No lo deja ya ganar

That little argentinito that we carry

It hangs like a piece of the hand

Well groomed with tie and moccasin

He goes screaming just to be seen

Stick out your tongue while we're walking

And he wallows in what he discards

He crosses himself with the gutter water of yesterday's badge

Paranoid and suspicious shyster

He is bitching with the voice of a ventriloquist

He is apostolic, catholic and roman

Informer, soldier and monitor and

I celebrate the goals of that World Cup

So he couldn't cover his cries

He commemorated the drunk on the balcony with a thousand Argentine flags

This little argentinito that we carry

He hangs like a piece of the hand

He hates pickets and the poor on the corner

Cool if the one who drives the car is a mine

He gathers the thorny branches of the parks

And sticks them in your legs until they bleed

Naturally he is unsuccessful and makes you see that even losing he is a winner

Puts little birds in the blender

And with a stick he knocks down wall ovens

He gets sucked off by the ambulance and the siren

And everyone thinks he's there by family

And when he sees number 31 on the plane he dreams

With bulldozers as a solution

Vote useless and at the same time makes you believe

That he never voted for them

This little argentinito that we carry

He hangs like a piece of the hand

Piss all the pots from the aunt

And he throws the kittens off the balcony

Put dulce de leche in the shoes of friends

who stayed to sleep

He skewers frogs with the arrows of his bow

And shows her trophy of him at last

Peripheral, empty and selfish

He thinks that everyone thinks of him

Break bottles in food bins

So the poor don't even get close to see

And he gets the ball of the game

Because it's yours and it's a gift from the pope

He is angry because the goal they scored

He won't let him win anymore