En Este Barrio - Lito Vitale, Juan Carlos Baglietto

Hablaban siempre de dinero

Y planeaban asaltar un banco

Y al llegar otro febrero

Soñaban con fugarse en un barco

Y año tras año se han ido yendo asi

Creyendo que la vida era un velero

Sueño tras sueño quedaban alli

Crucificados en un sumidero

Uno se hizo maricon

Otro se hizo marino mercante

Aquel cree en la revolucion

Mientras su hermano es un traficante

De calle en calle los muchachos van

Buscando hembras para el levante

Lunes tras lunes se repite igual

A esta vida no hay quien la aguante

Dicen que quieren rock and roll

Y algunos hasta se fuman un porro

Hay quien sueña con washington

Y hay quien anda con la cara de perro

En este barrio también esta el que

Se caga en todo y hasta en Nueva York

No adora el dolar y claro lo ve

Que este norte no es la solución

Hablaban siempre de dinero

Y planeaban asaltar un banco

Y al llegar otro febrero

Soñaban con fugarse en un barco

Quien se quedo critica al que se fue

Y todo el mundo sabe lo que pasa

No se si yo me quedo o si me ire

Ya me canse de mi barrio y mi casa …

They always talked about money

And they planned to rob a bank

And when another February arrives

They dreamed of eloping on a boat

And year after year they have been going like this

Believing that life was a sailboat

Dream after dream remained there

Crucified in a sinkhole

One became a fagot

Another became a merchant seaman

He believes in the revolution

while his brother is a trafficker

From street to street the boys go

Looking for females for the Levante

Monday after Monday it repeats the same

There is no one to endure this life

They say they want rock and roll

And some even smoke a joint

Some people dream of washington

And there are those who walk with the face of a dog

In this neighborhood there is also the one

He shits on everything and even in New York

He doesn't love the dollar and of course he sees it

That this north is not the solution

They always talked about money

And they planned to rob a bank

And when another February arrives

They dreamed of eloping on a boat

Who stayed criticizes the one who left

And everybody knows what's up

I don't know if I'm staying or if I'm going

I'm tired of my neighborhood and my house...