Victor Heredia — Arrabal Azul song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Arrabal Azul" by Victor Heredia.
Lyrics
Se exhiben graciosamente y, en las portadas
Se jactan de sus mansiones y sus mujeres
Se muestran con tanto orgullo que me dan ganas
De hacerles saber que apestan sus pobres bienes
No tiene ni puta idea acerca del mundo
Que viven los desterrados hasta el olvido
Por eso me enferman tanto sus paraísos
Yo nací en un arrabal azul, y soñé que era igual
A todos los que parieron el día aquel
Pero descubrí muy pronto que no era así
Los cohetes y serpentinas no eran para mí
Alertan sobre el avance de los ateos
Y nos prometen la gloria eterna en los cielos
La tierra es para que paguen con su mortaja
Los hombres y las mujeres que la trabajan
En un hospital de Quilmes muere otro anciano
Parece que se olvidaron del viejo hermano
Y le fracasaron todos los que lo usaron
Yo nací en un arrabal azul…
Pretenden que ya no existe nuestra esperanza
En tanto pesan los muertos en sus balanzas
Es duro entender qué pasa en este presente
Pero, compañeros, hay que apretar los dientes
La vida florece en cada rayo de luna
Que brilla frente a nosotros y no hay ninguna
Razón para deprimirse, pinto otra cuna
Yo nací en un arrabal azul y soñé que era igual
A todos los que parieron el día aquel
Pero descubrí muy pronto que no era así
Los cohetes y serpentinas no eran para mí
Yo nací en un arrabal azul, y soñé
Y soñé, y soñé
Quienes manejan el mundo se ofrecen para que no nos olvidemos de sus rostros
Que nuestra memoria sea justa con ese esfuerzo
Lyrics translation
They are gracefully displayed and, on the covers
They boast of their mansions and their wives
They are so proud that they make me want to
To let them know that their poor goods stink
He has no fucking idea about the world.
That the outcasts live to oblivion
That's why I'm so sick of your paradises
I was born in a blue suburb, and I dreamed it was the same
To all who gave birth that day
But I discovered very soon that it was not so
The Rockets and serpentines were not for me
They warn of the progress of atheists
And they promise us eternal glory in heaven
The land is for them to pay with their shroud
The men and women who work it
Another elderly man dies in Quilmes hospital
Looks like they forgot the old brother.
And everyone who used it failed him.
I was born in a blue suburb…
They pretend that our hope no longer exists
While the dead weigh on their scales
It's hard to understand what's going on in this present
But, comrades, we have to clench our teeth
Life blooms in every ray of the moon
That shines before us and there is no
Reason to get depressed, I paint another crib
I was born in a blue suburb and dreamed that it was the same
To all who gave birth that day
But I discovered very soon that it was not so
The Rockets and serpentines were not for me
I was born in a blue suburb, and I dreamed
And I dreamed, and I dreamed
Those who run the world offer themselves so that we do not forget their faces
May our memory be fair with that effort