Paroles et traduction Arbolito - Hayno del desocupado

Hayno del desocupado

Chupa tu matecito, el hambre se va.
Solo por un ratito, el hambre se va.
Las manos rechazadas, la cabeza cansada
Y Dios que no se ha vuelto a mirar atrás.

Con los zapatos rotos a caminar
El hambre en cada esquina y a caminar.
No hay pan para mis dientes en la ciudad caliente
Solo esta angusta para masticar.

Laira lailara

Padre, desde lo cielos bájate, he olvidado
Las oraciones que me enseñó la abuela,
Pobrecita, ella reposa ahora
No tiene que lavar, limpiar, no tiene
Que preocuparse andando el día por al ropa,
No tiene que velar la noche, pena y pena,
Rezar, pedirte cosas, rezongarte dulcemente.

Desde los cielos bájate si estas,
Que me muero de hambre en esta esquina,
Que no se de que sirve haber nacido,
Me miro las manos rechazadas
Y que no hay trabajo, no hay...

¿Qué le diré a mis hijos al regresar?
¿Qué le diré a mi madre que no da más?
El frío del invierno y el frío del gobierno
Y la esperanza seca de esperar.

Chupa tu matecito, el hambre se va.
Solo por un ratito, el hambre se va.
Y asi andamos millones, cansados, no cagones
Y la paciencia se va a terminar.

Chupa tu matecito...
Y asi andamos millones...

(Recitado)
Bajate un poco, contemplá
Esto que soy, este zapato roto,
Esta angustia, este estomago vacío
Esta ciudad sin pan para mis dientes, la fiebre
Cavándome la carne,
Este dormir así,
Bajo la lluvia, castigado por el frio, ¡y perseguido!
Te digo que no entiendo, Padre, bajate,
Tocame el alma, mirame
El corazón,
Si yo no robé, no asesiné, fui niño
Y en cambio me golpean y golpean,
Bajate si estas, que busco
Resignación en mí y no tengo y voy
A agarrarme la rabia y voy a afilarla
Para pegar y voy
A gritar a sangre en cuello
Porque no puedo más, tengo riñones
Y soy un hombre,
¡bajate! ¡que hicieron
De tu criatura Padre!

Song of the Unemployed

Suck on your little mate, and your hunger will go away.
Only for a little while, your hunger will go away.
Rejected hands, a tired head,
And God who has not looked back once.

Walking with my shoes broken,
And my hunger on every corner, I keep walking.
No bread for my teeth in the hot city,
Only this rage to work through.

Laira lailara

Father, come down from the heavens, I've forgotten
The prayers that my grandmother taught me,
Poor thing, she rests now,
She doesn't have to wash, clean, or worry
About her clothes all day,
She doesn't have to watch over the night, the sorrow and pain,
Pray, ask you for things, mumble sweetly to you.

If you're there, come down from the heavens,
Because I'm dying of hunger on this street corner,
I don't know what I was born for,
I look at my rejected hands,
And there are no jobs, nothing...

What will I tell my children when I go home?
What will I tell my mother who can't take it anymore?
The cold of winter and the cold of the government,
And the hope of waiting, fading away.

Suck on your little mate, and your hunger will go away.
Only for a little while, your hunger will go away.
And that's how we are, millions of us, tired but not afraid,
And our patience is running out.

Suck on your little mate...
And that's how we are, millions of us...

(Recited)
Come down for a moment, look at,
What I am, this broken shoe,
This anguish, this empty stomach,
This city with no bread for my teeth, the fever
Digging into my flesh,
This sleeping like this,
Under the rain, punished by the cold, and hunted!
I tell you that I don't understand, Father, come down,
Touch my soul, look at me,
My heart,
I didn't steal or kill, I was a child,
But instead they beat me and beat me,
Come down if you are, because I look for,
Resignation in me but I don't have it, and I'm going
To seize the rage, and I'm going to hone it,
To strike, and I'm going
To scream at the top of my lungs,
Because I can't take it anymore, I have kidneys,
And I'm a man,
Come down! What have they done
To your creature, Father!