Paroles et traduction Agorazein - Pibe En la Esquina

Pibe En la Esquina

Pibe en la esquina, busca paz, Dios le bendiga,
No habla trendy, está emmonao con esa piba,
De mano en mano, reparte publi y no maría,
Pibe en la esquina, saluda putas en Gran Vía.
Rockstar, pringao de noche o mediodía,
Coge el papel, zorra, no te pide que sonrías,
Hace mucho que no ve pasarse al vietnamita,
La esquina no es lo mismo, la esquina no es su vida.
La esquina enseña, ni juzga ni discrimina,
Blanco, negro o mestizo, la misma disciplina,
Ya va a entenderlo y curra para pagar comida,
Para dormir tranquilo, sabe agradecer los días
A su madre, a su padre, a toda su familia,
Pero él quiere no deber, buscarse la vida,
Habla orgulloso de la mierda que limpia,
Humilde, pero con huevos si hace falta.
Pibe en la esquina, geri geri todo el día,
Pero oye un grito y directo para la cocina,
No le conocen, no saben la que se avecina,
Sueña con volver dorado, provocar su envidia.
Pibe responde, curra pero no se esconde,
Siempre en el límite, nunca respetó ese orden,
Seis mil al año no es gold chain,
Pagar su vida, su top ten.
Pibe en la esquina a las tres,
Conoce la ansiedad y el estrés pero sus ojos ven,
Cansado del fin de mes, tiene el futuro a sus pies,
Estudia y curra, sabe quién es.
En la esquina ningún idioma predomina,
Chulos que gritan, los johnnys vienen por comida,
No se le caen los anillos, no tiene anillos, pipa,
Si le ves al pasar dile un amor, paz, piba.
No canta en sus filas, no vive high class,
No mira bien a policías,
No hay nada nuevo en el barrio, el barrio centro,
Ratas, búhos, perros.
Pibe en la esquina no sueña con una oficina,
Es su última hora en Gran Vía, sólo quiere chindar,
Paz para los turnos de noche,
Para las putas de esta gran ciudad.

Guy at the Corner

Guy at the corner, searching for peace, may God bless,
Not speaking trendy, he's obsessed with that chick,
Hand in hand, passing out flyers and not weed,
Guy at the corner, greeting hookers on Gran Vía.
Rockstar, dirtbag at night or midday,
Take the paper, bitch, he's not asking you to smile,
It's been a while since he's seen the Vietnamese guy,
The corner is not the same, the corner is not his life.
The corner teaches, and doesn't judge or discriminate,
White, black or mixed race, the same discipline,
He'll come to understand it and work to pay for food,
To sleep in peace, he knows how to appreciate the days
His mother, his father, his whole family,
But he wants to be debt-free, to make a living,
He talks with pride about the shit he cleans up,
Humble, but gutsy if he needs to be.
Guy at the corner, hustle, hustle all day long,
But he hears a scream and heads straight for the kitchen,
They don't know him, they don't know what's coming,
He dreams of returning home, making them envious.
Guy responds, works but doesn't hide,
Always on the edge, he never respected that order,
Six thousand a year is not a gold chain,
Paying for his life, his top ten.
Guy at the corner at three,
He knows about anxiety and stress, but his eyes see,
Tired of the end of the month, he has the future at his feet,
He studies and works, he knows who he is.
At the corner, no language predominates,
Pimps who shout, the johns come for food,
He doesn't lose his cool, he has no rings, sweetheart,
If you see him passing by, give him a kiss, peace, chick.
He doesn't sing in their ranks; he doesn't live high class,
Doesn't look kindly on cops,
Nothing new in the neighborhood, the neighborhood center,
Rats, owls, dogs.
Guy at the corner doesn't dream of an office,
It's his last hour on Gran Vía, he just wants to chat,
Peace to the night shifts,
To the whores of this great city.