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Calles

Solo quiero hacerte bien
Para que me hagas bien,
Solo soy un pecho angustiado en miles.
No quiero estar solo, dicen que no es bueno estar solo
Aunque nadie crea que esté solo, justamente vos.
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios, abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan matandonos.
No pierdan la fe,
Si un Che nuevo no aparece
A mostrarnos el camino.
Arma la rebelion
Para que las cosas si sucedan
Y destraben la justicia
Al fin, al fin, al fiiiin ...
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios, abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan tan frios
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios,
Abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan matandonos
Solo quiero hacerte bien
Para que me hagas bien,
Solo soy un pecho angustiado en miles.
No quiero estar solo, dicen que no es bueno estar solo
Aunque nadie crea que esté solo, justamente vos.
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios, abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan tan frios
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios, abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan matandonos
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios, abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan tan frios
Cantando a la gente que duerme en las calles,
Estan tan frios, abrigados solo con cartones;
Estan matandonos

The Streets

I just want you to be good
So you can be good to me,
I'm just one among thousands whose heart is full of anguish.
I don't want to be alone, they say it's not good to be alone
Even though no one believes I'm lonely, except you.
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold, covered with only cardboard;
They are killing us.
Don't lose faith,
If a new Che doesn't appear
To show us the way.
Start the rebellion
So that things do happen
And unblock justice
At last, at last, at laaaast ...
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold, covered with only cardboard;
They are so cold
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold,
Covered with only cardboard;
They are killing us
I just want you to be good
So you can be good to me,
I'm just one among thousands whose heart is full of anguish.
I don't want to be alone, they say it's not good to be alone
Even though no one believes I'm lonely, except you.
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold, covered with only cardboard;
They are so cold
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold, covered with only cardboard;
They are killing us
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold, covered with only cardboard;
They are so cold
Singing to the people that sleep in the streets,
They're so cold, covered with only cardboard;
They are killing us