They walk around the markets
At some hanged person who is not from here
They walk around smoking heavy smoke
To get away from the city
For a little while they close their eyes
br/>And they even forget about their brothers
Those little kids have nothing
And no one is going to give it to them
They are asking for a coin
At the bus stop
br/>They are sleeping on the doorsteps
When Corrientes cuts off the electricity
You see them looking like cartoneros
When it is time for the apron
These little ones are begging
/>What is left over for this society
Ooh, Ay! What a shame
And without watercolour
Ooh, that's a sin
Look to the side
They walk around everywhere
And they already know what it is to suffer
They walk washing imported car
From some hierarch around here
And they already distinguish very easily
The distanced social class
These kids have it clear
The law of the street is their truth
They walk after the impossible
Taking cars the wrong way
Like links in a chain
In the greed of humans
The aggressively active body
It will always fight for the place
And those with the best legs
This race will win
Ooh, Ay! What a shame
And without watercolor
Oohhh, what a sin
Look to the side
Ooh, Ay! What a shame
And without watercolor
Ooh, what a sin
Look to the side
ÃÂWhy run along the ledge?
To the abyss I'm not in a hurry
I prefer to see in the little square
Boys playing ball
They are looking for their own life
Among the garbage bags
They are dancing on the cement
But the anger comes together anyway
Because pride will still be alive
And history is not over
These are the models that it is leaving behind
This deadly globalization ³n
But they are still going forward
Because this wound has them bad
We are going to help these tormentors
So that they can get out of that place
We are going to find in those little faces
The other side of the truth
Under this sky there is a hell
For the kids of this city
Let's go help these tormentors
So that they can get out from that place
From that place