Текст и перевод песни Virginia Luque - Yira...Yira

Yira...Yira

Cuando la suerte qu'es grela
Fallando y fallando
Te largué parao'

Cuando estés bien en la vía
Sin rumbo, desesperao'
Cuando no tengas ni fe
Ni yerba de ayer
Secándose al sol

Cuando rajes los tamangos
Buscando ese mango
Que te haga morfar

La indiferencia del mundo
Que es sordo y es mudo
Recién sentirás

Verás que todo es mentira
Verás que nada es amor
Que al mundo nada le importa
Yira, yira

Aunque te quiebre la vida
Aunque te muerda un dolor
No, no esperes nunca una ayuda
Ni una mano, ni un favor

Cuando estén secas las pilas
De todos los timbres
Que vos apretás

Buscando un pecho fraterno
Para morir abrazao'
Cuando te dejen tirao'
Después de cinchar lo mismo que a mí

Cuando manyés que a tu lado
Se prueban la ropa que vas a dejar
Te acordarás de este otario
Que un día, cansado
Se puso a ladrar

Verás que todo es mentira
Verás que nada es amor
Que al mundo nada le importa
Yira, yira

Aunque te quiebre la vida
Aunque te muerda un dolor
No esperes nunca una ayuda
Ni una mano, ni un favor

Yira...Yira

When luck, that fickle mistress,
Fails you time and time again,
Leaves you stranded and alone,

When you're lost upon the highway,
Aimless, gripped by deep despair,
When you haven't even faith,
Nor yesterday's mate,
Drying in the sun,

When your shoes are worn and tattered,
Searching for a single coin,
Just to get a bite to eat,

The world's cold indifference,
Deaf and mute to all your pleas,
Then you'll finally understand,

You'll see that everything's a lie,
You'll see that nothing's true love,
That the world doesn't care at all,
Yira, yira,

Even if life breaks you down,
Even if pain bites you deep,
Don't ever expect any help,
Not a hand, nor any favor,

When the batteries are all dead,
In every doorbell you press,
Searching for a friendly face,

Longing for a brother's chest,
To die embraced in his arms,
When they leave you lying there,
After toiling just like me,

When you realize that beside you,
They're trying on the clothes you'll leave behind,
You'll remember this poor fool,
Who one day, weary and worn,
Began to bark,

You'll see that everything's a lie,
You'll see that nothing's true love,
That the world doesn't care at all,
Yira, yira,

Even if life breaks you down,
Even if pain bites you deep,
Don't ever expect any help,
Not a hand, nor any favor,