Bersuit Vergarabat — Andan Yugando song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Andan Yugando" by Bersuit Vergarabat.
Lyrics
Andan pungueando por los mercados
A algún colgado que no es de acá
Andan fumando humo pesado
Para rajarse de la ciudad
Por un ratito cierran los ojos
Y hasta se olvidan de sus hermanos
Esos pibitos no tienen nada
Y nadie se los va a regalar
Andan pidiendo una moneda
En la parada del autobús
Andan durmiendo en los umbrales
Cuando Corrientes corta la luz
Los ves yirando de cartoneros
Cuando es la hora del delantal
Estos chiquitos están pidiendo
Lo que le sobra a esta sociedad
Ooh, Ay! Que pena
Y sin acuarela
Ooh, que es pecado
Mirar al costado
Andan yugando por cualquier lado
Y ya conocen lo que es sufrir
Andan lavando auto importado
De algún jerarca de por aquÃ
Y ya distinguen muy fácilmente
La distanciada clase social
Estos pibitos la tienen clara
Ley de la calle es su verdad
Andan detrás de los imposibles
Llevando carros a contramano
Como eslabones de una cadena
En la codicia de los humanos
El cuerpo activo agresivamente
Va a pelear siempre por el lugar
Y los que tengan mejores piernas
Esta carrera van a ganar
Ooh, Ay! Que pena
Y sin acuarela
Oohhh, que es pecado
Mirar al costado
Ooh, Ay! Que pena
Y sin acuarela
Ooh, que es pecado
Mirar al costado
¿Por qué correr por la cornisa?
Para el abismo no tengo prisa
Prefiero ver en la placita
Chicos jugando a la bolita
Andan buscando su propia vida
Entre las bolsas del basural
Andan bailando sobre el cemento
Pero la bronca se junta igual
Porque el orgullo seguirá vivo
Y la historia no se acabó
Son los modelos que va dejando
Esta mortal globalización
Pero igual van para adelante
Porque esta herida los tiene mal
Vamo' a ayudar a estos atorrantes
Para que salgan de ese lugar
Vamo' a encontrar en esas caritas
La otra cara de la verdad
Bajo este cielo hay un infierno
Para los pibes de esta ciudad
Vamo' a ayudar a estos atorrantes
Para que salgan de ese lugar
De ese lugar
Lyrics translation
They're poking around the markets
A hung someone who is not from here¡
They're smoking heavy smoke
To get out of town
For a little while they close their eyes
And they even forget their brothers
Those kids ain't got nothing.
And no one is going to give them away
They're asking for a coin.
At the bus stop
They sleep on the thresholds
When currents cut the light
You see them running around in cardboard boxes.
When it's Apron time
These little ones are asking
What's left for this society
Ooh, Ay! What a pity
And without watercolor
Ooh, that's sin
Look to the side
They're playing around.
And you know what it's like to suffer
Andan washing imported car
From some hierarchy around here
And they already distinguish very easily
The distant social class
These kids have it clear
Street law is your truth
They're after the impossible
Taking cars to contramano
As links of a chain
In the greed of humans
The body acts aggressively
He'll always fight for the place
And those with better legs
This race will win
Ooh, Ay! What a pity
And without watercolor
Oohhh, that's sin
Look to the side
Ooh, Ay! What a pity
And without watercolor
Ooh, that's sin
Look to the side
Why run around the ledge?
To the abyss I'm in no hurry
I prefer to see in the square
Kids playing ball
They're looking for their own life.
Among the garbage bags
They're dancing on the concrete
But the fight comes together anyway
Because pride will live on
And the story is not over
These are the models he's leaving behind
This deadly globalization
But they're still going forward.
Because this wound has them bad
Let's go help these stalkers.
To get them out of that place
We'll find in those little faces
The other side of the truth
Under this sky there is a hell
For the children of this city
Let's go help these stalkers.
To get them out of that place
From that place