Arrabal Azul - Victor Heredia

Se exhiben graciosamente y, en las portadas

Se jactan de sus mansiones y sus mujeres

Se muestran con tanto orgullo que me dan ganas

De hacerles saber que apestan sus pobres bienes

No tiene ni puta idea acerca del mundo

Que viven los desterrados hasta el olvido

Por eso me enferman tanto sus paraísos

Yo nací en un arrabal azul, y soñé que era igual

A todos los que parieron el día aquel

Pero descubrí muy pronto que no era así

Los cohetes y serpentinas no eran para mí

Alertan sobre el avance de los ateos

Y nos prometen la gloria eterna en los cielos

La tierra es para que paguen con su mortaja

Los hombres y las mujeres que la trabajan

En un hospital de Quilmes muere otro anciano

Parece que se olvidaron del viejo hermano

Y le fracasaron todos los que lo usaron

Yo nací en un arrabal azul…

Pretenden que ya no existe nuestra esperanza

En tanto pesan los muertos en sus balanzas

Es duro entender qué pasa en este presente

Pero, compañeros, hay que apretar los dientes

La vida florece en cada rayo de luna

Que brilla frente a nosotros y no hay ninguna

Razón para deprimirse, pinto otra cuna

Yo nací en un arrabal azul y soñé que era igual

A todos los que parieron el día aquel

Pero descubrí muy pronto que no era así

Los cohetes y serpentinas no eran para mí

Yo nací en un arrabal azul, y soñé

Y soñé, y soñé

Quienes manejan el mundo se ofrecen para que no nos olvidemos de sus rostros

Que nuestra memoria sea justa con ese esfuerzo

They are gracefully displayed and, on the covers

They boast of their mansions and their women

They display themselves so proudly that they make me want to

To let them know that their poor goods stink

He has no fucking idea about the world

That the exiles live until oblivion

That's why their paradises make me so sick

I was born in a blue suburb, and I dreamed that it was the same

To all those who gave birth that day

But I found out very soon that it wasn't.

Rockets and streamers weren't for me

They warn about the advance of atheists

And they promise us eternal glory in heaven

The land is for them to pay with their shroud

The men and women who work it

Another elderly man dies in a Quilmes hospital

Looks like they forgot about the old brother

And all those who used it failed him

I was born in a blue suburb...

They pretend our hope is gone

While the dead weigh in their scales

It is hard to understand what happens in this present

But, comrades, you have to grit your teeth

Life blooms in every moonbeam

That shines in front of us and there is none

Reason to get depressed, I paint another crib

I was born in a blue suburb and I dreamed that it was the same

To all those who gave birth that day

But I found out very soon that it wasn't.

Rockets and streamers weren't for me

I was born in a blue suburb, and I dreamed

And I dreamed, and I dreamed

Those who run the world offer themselves so that we do not forget their faces

May our memory be fair with that effort