Lyrics and translation Esteban El AS - Barrio Bajo

Barrio Bajo

Barrio Bajo Letra
Esteban El As
LETRA

Yo naci en un barrio bajo
Donde los pobreza y los problemas me hicieron crecer
Ahi donde uno se curte que en el frente de batalla
Uno hace lo que tiene que hacer
Porque
El sol sale el barrio se ilumina
Nadie regala nada y hay que ganarse la vida
Cae la noche se activan las esquinas
Y empieza la secuencia de la vida clandestina
Asi es el barrio,
(Yo vengo del barro, yo vengo del barro, yo vengo de barrio bajo)
Asi es el barrio,
(Yo vengo del barro, yo vengo del barro, yo vengo de barrio bajo)
Suenan tiros que resuenan
Los pibes descansan
Mientras pasan fumando el fasito
Que vendio la transa,
Chicas atrevidas se hacen
Piercings en la panza
Madres que se quejan
Por que la plata no alcanza.
Paredes escritas
Con nombres de los finados
Altares con velas y fotos
Del pibe nombrado,
Cumbia cachivache y humildad
Por todos lados
La vida a todo ritmo
De pobres crucificados.
Hijos olvidados
Sueños que murieron
Historias de amor fugaz
De familias que no existieron,
Atracos de pelicula
De pibes que perdieron
Buscando tapar con plata
Todo el daño que sufrieron
Olla popular
De comedor comunitario
Cura el dolor de panza
Cuando mas es necesario,
Leer el diario que
Prende fuego al barrio
Mientras se arma el bagayo
Pa' llevarle al presidiario...
Yo naci en un barrio bajo
Donde los pobreza y los problemas me hicieron crecer
Ahi donde uno se curte que en el frente de batalla
Uno hace lo que tiene que hacer
Porque
El sol sale el barrio se ilumina
Nadie regala nada y hay que ganarse la vida
Cae la noche, se activan las esquinas
Y empieza la secuencia de la vida clandestina
Asi es el barrio,
(Yo vengo del barro, yo vengo del barro, yo vengo de barrio bajo)
Asi es el barrio,
(Yo vengo del barro, yo vengo del barro, yo vengo de barrio bajo)
Borrachos vagabundos,
Los perros moribundos
Los chismes y secretos
Que ya sabe todo el mundo
Caranchos que te desarman
Un trucho en 2 segundos
Fisuras, que por el vicio
Perdieron el rumbo
Farandula de barrio
Delincuencia y malevaje
Testigos de jehova
Que hasta en verano andan de traje
La loca que le grita
Al marido pa que trabaje
Y el manija que hace 2 dias
No puede hacer que baje
Los allanamientos
Abriendo puertas a patadas
Sacando familias
A la calle en madrugada
Chicas que conocen todo
Aunque no entienden nada
Que no saben de sexo
Pero estan embarazadas
Humildad, cariño y orgullo
De ser de abajo
Amor por tu familia,
Respeto por el trabajo
Musica, una jarra
Y todo te importa un carajo
Asi sos feliz cuando
Vos sos del barrio bajo
La vida que me toca es esta
Donde sobrevivir me cuesta
Vengo del barrio y tengo que crecer
Nada me va a vencer
Tengo estas marcas por que la luche
Son las pruebas de todas la batallas que gane
Y jamas me voy a rendir
Todos los dias tengo que seguir
Porque
El sol sale el barrio se ilumina
Nadie regala nada y hay que ganarse la vida
Cae la noche se activan las esquinas
Y empieza la secuencia de la vida clandestina
Asi es el barrio,
(Yo vengo del barro, yo vengo del barro, yo vengo de barrio bajo)
Asi es el barrio,
(Yo vengo del barro, yo vengo del barro, yo vengo de barrio bajo)
Villa, cacerio, monoblockz, casitas
Si!
Esta va dedica a todos los barrios bajos del pais y de America latina
Y en especial a mi barrio bajo mi Fuerte Apache
La birra con los pibes en la esquina
Mientras suena el tema del momento
Jugar un rato en la canchita
Caminito de cascotes para no pisar el barro
Los perros persiguiendo los autos
La vecina que te comparte un poco de su guiso salvador
Y el mate que te ilumina el alma
La vida marginada del mundo
Asi es la vida, la vida en el barrio bajo

Low Neighborhood

Low Neighborhood Lyrics
Esteban El As
LYRICS

I was born in a low neighborhood
Where poverty and problems made me grow
There where one toughens up, on the front lines
One does what one has to do
Because
The sun rises, the neighborhood lights up
No one gives anything away, you have to earn a living
Night falls, the corners activate
And the sequence of the clandestine life begins
This is the neighborhood,
(I come from the mud, I come from the mud, I come from the low neighborhood)
This is the neighborhood,
(I come from the mud, I come from the mud, I come from the low neighborhood)
Shots ring out that resonate
The kids rest
While they pass by smoking the joint
That the dealer sold,
Daring girls get
Piercings in their bellies
Mothers who complain
Because the money is not enough.
Written walls
With names of the deceased
Altars with candles and photos
Of the named kid,
Cumbia cachivache and humility
Everywhere
Life at full rhythm
Of crucified poor people.
Forgotten children
Dreams that died
Fleeting love stories
Of families that never existed,
Movie heists
Of kids who lost
Trying to cover with money
All the damage they suffered
Community kitchen
Of community dining room
Cures the stomach ache
When it is most needed,
Read the newspaper that
Sets fire to the neighborhood
While the bagayo is being put together
To take to the prisoner...
I was born in a low neighborhood
Where poverty and problems made me grow
There where one toughens up, on the front lines
One does what one has to do
Because
The sun rises, the neighborhood lights up
No one gives anything away, you have to earn a living
Night falls, the corners activate
And the sequence of the clandestine life begins
This is the neighborhood,
(I come from the mud, I come from the mud, I come from the low neighborhood)
This is the neighborhood,
(I come from the mud, I come from the mud, I come from the low neighborhood)
Drunk vagrants,
The dying dogs
The gossip and secrets
That everyone already knows
Caranchos that take you apart
A fake in 2 seconds
Cracks, which due to vice
Lost their way
Neighborhood show business
Delinquency and thuggery
Jehovah's Witnesses
Who even in summer are wearing suits
The crazy woman who yells at him
To the husband so that he works
And the handle that makes 2 days
Can't make it go down
The raids
Opening doors with kicks
Taking families out
To the street at dawn
Girls who know everything
Although they don't understand anything
They don't know about sex
But they are pregnant
Humility, affection and pride
Of being from below
Love for your family,
Respect for work
Music, a jug
And everything matters to you a damn
That's how you're happy when
You are from the low neighborhood
The life that touches me is this
Where survival costs me
I come from the neighborhood and I have to grow
Nothing is going to defeat me
I have these marks because I fought it
They are the proof of all the battles I won
And I will never give up
Every day I have to keep going
Because
The sun rises, the neighborhood lights up
No one gives anything away, you have to earn a living
Night falls, the corners activate
And the sequence of the clandestine life begins
This is the neighborhood,
(I come from the mud, I come from the mud, I come from the low neighborhood)
This is the neighborhood,
(I come from the mud, I come from the mud, I come from the low neighborhood)
Villa, cacerio, monoblockz, little houses
Yes!
This is dedicated to all the low neighborhoods of the country and Latin America
And especially to my low neighborhood, my Fuerte Apache
The beer with the guys on the corner
While the theme of the moment sounds
Play a while on the little field
Path of rubble to avoid stepping on the mud
The dogs chasing the cars
The neighbor who shares a little of her saving stew with you
And the mate that illuminates your soul
Life marginalized from the world
This is life, life in the low neighborhood