Sueldo - Nacha Guevara

Aquella esperanza que cabía en un dedal

Aquel ir y venir del sueño

Aquel horóscopo de un larguísimo viaje

Aquella confianza desde no sé cuándo

Aquel juramento hasta no sé dónde

Ese alguien que yo hubiera podido ser

Con otro ritmo y alguna lotería

En fin, para decirlo de una vez por todas

Aquella esperanza que cabía en un dedal

Evidentemente, no cabe en este sobre

Con sucios papeles de tantas manos sucias

Que me pagan, es lógico, en cada veintinueve

Por tener los libros rubricados al día

Y dejar que, simplemente, transcurra la vida

That hope that fit in a thimble

That coming and going of the dream

That horoscope of a very long journey

That confidence since I don't know when

That oath until I don't know where

That someone that I could have been

With another rhythm and some lottery

Anyway, to say it once and for all

That hope that fit in a thimble

Obviously, it does not fit in this envelope

With dirty papers from so many dirty hands

That they pay me, it is logical, in every twenty-nine

For having the books signed up to date

And just let life go by