Paroles et traduction Leon Gieco - El Argentinito

El Argentinito

Ese pequeño argentinito que llevamos
Va colgado como gajo de la mano
Bien peinado con corbata y mocasín
Va gritando solo para hacerse ver
Saca la lengua mientras vamos caminando
Y se revuelca entre lo que descarté
Se persigna con el agua de cuneta de la insignia de ayer

Picapleitos, paranoico y desconfiado
Va puteando con voz de ventrílocuo
Es apostólico, católico y romano
Delator, miliquito y monitor
Y festejó los goles de aquel mundial
Así los llantos de él no los pudo tapar
Conmemoró con mil banderas argentinas al borracho del balcón

Este pequeño argentinito que llevamos
Va colgado como gajo de la mano
Odia piquetes y a los pobres de la esquina
Guay si la que maneja el auto es una mina
Junta las ramas con espinas de los parques
Y te las clava en las patas hasta sangrar
Naturalmente, es fracasado y te hace ver que, aún perdiendo, es ganador

Pone pajaritos en la licuadora
Y con un palo tumba horneros de pared
Se hace chupar por la ambulancia y la sirena
Y todos creen que está allí por familiar
Cuando ve la 31 del avión
Sueña con topadoras como solución
Vota inútiles y al tiempo te hace creer que jamás él los votó

Este pequeño argentinito que llevamos
Va colgado como gajo de la mano
Orina todas las macetas de la tía
Y le tira los gatitos del balcón
Pone dulce de leche en los zapatos de los amigos que quedaron a dormir
Ensarta sapos con las flechas de su arco
Y muestra su trofeo al fin

Periférico vacío y egoísta cree que todo el mundo piensa en él
Rompe botellas en los tachos de basura
Así los pobres no se acercan ni a ver
Y se lleva la pelota del partido porque es suya y es un regalo del papá
Va enojado porque el gol que le metieron no lo deja ya ganar

The Little Argentinian

That little Argentinian we carry
Hangs like a twig from our hand
Well-groomed with a tie and loafers
Yelling alone just to be seen
Sticking out his tongue as we walk along
And wallowing among what I discarded
Blesses himself with the gutter water from yesterday's badge

Quibbler, paranoid, and distrustful
He curses with the voice of a ventriloquist
He is apostolic, catholic, and roman
Informer, little soldier, and monitor
And he celebrated the goals of that world cup
So his cries could not be heard
He commemorated the drunken man on the balcony with a thousand Argentine flags

That little Argentinian we carry
Hangs like a twig from our hand
He hates pickets and the poor on the street corner
Woe if the one driving the car is a woman
He gathers thorny branches from the parks
And sticks them in your legs until you bleed
Naturally, he is a loser and makes you see that, even when losing, he is a winner

He puts birds in the blender
And with a stick he knocks down ovenbirds
He gets sucked into the ambulance and siren
And everyone thinks he's there for a family member
When he sees the 31 of the plane
He dreams of bulldozers as the solution
He votes for useless people and then makes you believe he never voted for them

That little Argentinian we carry
Hangs like a twig from our hand
He urinates on all the aunt's flowerpots
And throws her kittens off the balcony
He puts dulce de leche in the shoes of the friends who stayed overnight
He impales frogs with arrows from his bow
And finally shows off his trophy

Selfish and empty in his periphery, he thinks the whole world revolves around him
He breaks bottles in the garbage cans
So the poor don't even come close to see
And he takes the ball from the game because it's his and it's a gift from his dad
He gets angry because the goal they scored against him doesn't let him win anymore