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Tres Historias

Esta es la historia de un tipo como cualquiera
Un tipo que ni siquiera quiere ser de primera
Normal como uno, sin dinero en la billetera
Que ama, odia, come, duerme y nada espera
Este hombre es Juan, maneja un taxi por la ciudad
Le alcanza pal pan no le da tiempo para pensar
El stress lo lleva a odiar a todos sin maldad
Un matrimonio desgastado que prefiere olvidar
Su fantasía es una chica que ni conocer. D
La lleva en el asiento de atrás sin mayor roce
Se permite soñar que algo podría pasar
La vida tiene vueltas todo puede cambiar
Se llama Macarena tiene un hijo, vive en periferia
Con el tiempo hablan sin que la cosa se ponga seria
Juan ve todo en su puesto de taxista
Y de cuentos podría hacer una larga lista
La ciudad tiene más de una arista de droga y muerte
Mas / de un tipo con poca suerte
Que asalta para obtener una dosis fuerte
La psicosis le hace matar al cliente
Error de cálculo / horror mayúsculo
Pedazos de muerto se encuentran al crepúsculo
El lado oculto en aparente entorno pulcro
Para a Juan un hombre con un extraño bulto
Al comienzo sólo buscó aceptación
La protección del que la llevaba en la población
Más de una razán para no tener el alma seca
La caga′ en su casa criado en la lleca
La ley de la selva, cuidado con las jugadas
Una opción salvarse, la otra no tener nada
Hacerla corta / pocos caminos veía
Desde chico desconfiando de la policia
No lo culpo si no tenía referentes
La madre alcohólica, el padre nunca presente
El hermano mayor cumple condena en puente alto
3 años y 1 día, motivo: asalto
Zapatos rotos, una casa que se inunda cuando llueve
A los nueve tubo su primer nueve
Hoy es jueves, el ahora adolescente
Ha cometido delitos, es un delincuente
Roba y miente, hace lo que tiene que hacer
Al final del dia no se va a quedar sin comer
Su enseñanza de vida no es leer ni multiplicar
En lugar de eso sabe apuñalar y disparar
Para complicar aún mas su situación
Desde los 11 carga con una adicción
Pastabase para el pobre por que es mas barata
Si no fuma le duele la guata, necesita plata
Sale a pata, conoce esta ciudad como su palma
Esta noche una punta es su arma pierde la calma
Su adicción empieza a presionarlo
Está angustia'o buscando giles para cagarlos
La tercera es la historia de Tomás
Buena pinta, deportista vive en lo alto de la ciudad
Hartos amigos salió de un colegio privado
Este año lo tomó libre es privilegiado
En cuanto a dinero pero su familia es puro aire
Su padre viaja mucho, es poco lo que habla con su madre
Encontró refugio en el carrete
Tiene auto, maneja ebrio e imprudente
Poco importan los demás mientras la pase bien
Anda por la vida disfrutando sin importar con quien
La ética de clase alta inculta y sin respeto
El estereotipo del cuico lo absorvió por completo
Lo tiene todo pero no sabe nada
Busca el modo de probar todo a la pasada
Va rápido, sale de una entra en otra
Mujeres, drogas, copete, marihuana y falopa
No trota alza la copa busca su cuota
Las luces se reflejan cuando choca
Poco le importa, toma el taxi de Juan
Para en una esquina porque ahí debe comprar
Un angustiado lo mira de reojo a pocos metros
Espera por su dosis se va poniendo inquieto
A la luz de un foco brilla un cuchillo pero ya es tardéis
Tomás yace en el suelo, el taxi parte con el culpable

Three Stories

This is the story of a guy just like any other,
A guy who doesn't even want to be first-rate.
Normal like one, without money in his wallet,
Who loves, hates, eats, sleeps and expects nothing.
This man is Juan, he drives a taxi around the city,
He has enough for bread, no time to think.
Stress leads him to hate everyone without malice,
A worn-out marriage he prefers to forget.
His fantasy is a girl he doesn't even know. H
e carries her in the back seat without much contact,
He allows himself to dream that something could happen,
Life has turns, everything can change.
Her name is Macarena, she has a son, lives on the outskirts,
Over time they talk without things getting serious.
Juan sees everything from his taxi driver's seat,
And he could make a long list of stories.
The city has more than one edge, of drugs and death,
More than one guy with little luck,
Who robs to get a strong dose,
Psychosis makes him kill the client,
Miscalculation / major horror,
Pieces of the dead are found at dusk,
The hidden side in an apparently clean environment.
A man with a strange bulge stops Juan,
At first he only sought acceptance,
The protection of the one who carried it in the population,
More than one reason not to have a dry soul,
He screws up at home, raised in the hood,
The law of the jungle, beware of the moves,
One option to save yourself, the other to have nothing,
To make it short / he saw few paths,
Since he was a child, distrusting the police,
I don't blame him if he had no references,
Alcoholic mother, father never present,
Older brother is serving a sentence in Puente Alto,
3 years and 1 day, reason: robbery,
Broken shoes, a house that floods when it rains,
At nine he had his first nine,
Today is Thursday, the now teenager,
Has committed crimes, he is a criminal,
He steals and lies, does what he has to do,
At the end of the day he will not go hungry,
His life lesson is not to read or multiply,
Instead he knows how to stab and shoot,
To further complicate his situation,
Since he was 11 he has been carrying an addiction,
Pasta base for the poor because it is cheaper,
If he doesn't smoke his stomach hurts, he needs money,
He goes out on foot, knows this city like the palm of his hand,
Tonight a point is his weapon, he loses his cool,
His addiction starts to pressure him,
He is anxious looking for suckers to screw them over.
The third is the story of Tomás,
Good looking, athlete, lives at the top of the city,
Lots of friends, he came out of a private school,
He took this year off, he is privileged,
In terms of money but his family is pure air,
His father travels a lot, he talks little with his mother,
He found refuge in partying,
He has a car, drives drunk and recklessly,
The others don't matter much as long as he has a good time,
He goes through life enjoying himself no matter who he is with,
The ethics of the upper class, uneducated and without respect,
The stereotype of the "cuico" completely absorbed him,
He has everything but knows nothing,
He looks for a way to try everything in passing,
He goes fast, leaves one and enters another,
Women, drugs, booze, marijuana and cocaine,
He doesn't jog, he raises his glass, he seeks his quota,
The lights reflect when he crashes,
He doesn't care much, he takes Juan's taxi,
He stops on a corner because he has to buy there,
An anguished man looks at him sideways a few meters away,
He waits for his dose, he is getting restless,
A knife shines under the light of a spotlight but it is too late,
Tomás lies on the ground, the taxi leaves with the culprit.