Illya Kuryaki And The Valderramas — Nacidos Para Ser Argentos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Nacidos Para Ser Argentos" by Illya Kuryaki And The Valderramas.
Lyrics
Muriendo en la pedernera
Ya los chicos no van a la escuela
Ellos quieren comida barata
En su pueblo donde ya no hay plata
Trabajan todo el día
Y les pagan una porquería
Pero de última se la bancan
Porque nacieron para ser argentos
Argentos, argentos, argentos de cemento
Ergentos, argentos, duros como el pavimento
Y en el medio de los montes
A un gaucho me encontré le dije
Si tenía hambre un paté le regalé
Lo compartió con Pedro López
Un rapero de la ciudad
Bailando la chacarera
En el medio de un pantanal
Bailamos y cantamos
Toda la noche
Yyyyyyyyyyyyy
Mañana por la mañana
Me tomo un tren para
La ciudad con la nona
Y los 7 hijos que lloran diciendo
Mamá, tenemos hambre, tiranos matambre
Mamá, tenemos hambre, tiranos matambre
Porque nacieron para ser argentos
Argentos, argentos, nacieron para ser argentos
Duros como el pavimento
Nacieron para ser argentos, argentos!
Argentos
Y ahí van los guacho
Manchile cañarao
Robate, robate, robate
En todos lados
La peletería
El saco de tu tía
Ay va!
Por eso monta mi caballito
Tacatá, tacatá, tacatá, catá
Argentos justicia
Argentos justicia
Argentos…
Lyrics translation
Dying on the Flint
Kids don't go to school anymore.
They want cheap food
In his village where there is no money
They work all day
And they pay them a piece of shit
But the last thing they do
Because they were born to be silver
Silver, silver, cement silver
Ergent, silver, hard as the pavement
And in the middle of the mountains
I met a gaucho I told him
If he was hungry, I gave him a pate.
He shared it with Pedro Lopez
A city rapper
Dancing the chacarera
In the middle of a swamp
We dance and sing
All night long
Yyyyyyyyyyyyy
Tomorrow morning
I take a train to
The city with the ninth
And the 7 children who cry saying
Mom, we're hungry, tyrants kill us
Mom, we're hungry, tyrants kill us
Because they were born to be silver
Silver, silver, were born to be silver
Hard as the pavement
They were born to be silver, silver!
Silver
And there goes the Guachos
Manchile cañarao
Steal, steal, steal
Everywhere
The fur industry
Your aunt's bag
Ay va!
That's why he rides my little horse.
Tacatá, tacatá, tacatá, Cata
Argentos Justice
Argentos Justice
Silver…