Dios Y El Diablo En El Taller - Lito Vitale, Juan Carlos Baglietto

Dios y el diablo van susurrando cosas a mi espalda

La virgen en camisón se pasea y del lado de la fábrica suena un motor

Sus bicicletas húmedas descansan en el pasillo

El invierno vino colorado pero esta vez no hay vino

Para los dos

Son dos desocupados mas

Lo justo se hizo moda

Y el verso casi un verso de verdad

Y el trabajo una zona que no está

Rai-ra rai-ri rei-ra

Aburridos jugadores con los naipes marcados

Siempre en el siete

La radio que habla sola

Y que trasmite el empate de Ferro y de Platense

Cero a cero

Se prohibe hablar del mundo en esas salas

Dios y el Diablo van remendando madrugadas

Y no entiendo nada

La virgen como mujer los engaña, los consuela

Y les dice que a la vuelta siempre hay que pagar

Muchachos, hay que comer

Salgan para el taller

El diablo que se aburre, que hace sebo

Que va al baño y fuma un caño

Dios, buen operario, cuida el puesto

Y entre dientes silba un tango

Que habla de

«Vamos donde hay sol»

El Diablo que conoce mil lugares

Donde hay minas

Y algo como amor

Dios dice «Hay que aguantar»

Ami con la hora extra

Ya me alcanza para hacerme

Un viaje a pie a Lujan

Y cerca de las seis

El pito que resuena en el tinglado

Entristece mucho mas

La virgen …

God and the devil are whispering things behind my back

The virgin in a nightgown walks around and on the side of the factory an engine sounds

Her wet bikes rest in the hallway

The winter came red but this time there is no wine

For both

They are two more unemployed

Fair became fashion

And the verse almost a verse of truth

And the work an area that is not

Rai-ra rai-ri rai-ra

Bored players with marked cards

Always on the seven

The radio that speaks to itself

And that transmits the tie between Ferro and Platense

Zero to zero

It is forbidden to talk about the world in those rooms

God and the Devil are mending early mornings

And I do not understand anything

The virgin as a woman deceives them, comforts them

And she tells them that on the way back you always have to pay

guys, you have to eat

leave for the workshop

The devil who gets bored, who makes tallow

That he goes to the bathroom and smokes a pipe

God, good operator, take care of the position

And between his teeth he whistles a tango

that he talks about

"Let's go where the sun is"

The Devil who knows a thousand places

where there are mines

and something like love

God says "hold on"

ami with the extra hour

He already reaches me to make me

A walking trip to Lujan

And about six

The whistle that resounds in the shed

sadder much more

The virgin…