Fito Paez — Acerca del Niño Proletario song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Acerca del Niño Proletario" by Fito Paez.
Lyrics
Caímos juntos, barranca abajo
éramos 3 del barrio y uno de la Villa 22
un pobre pobre, un pobre diablo
nosotros éramos los niños endiablados del amor
de las familias más argentinas
no nos dormimos sin rezar el Padre Nuestro al redentor
El niño ausente, el proletario
traía en la sangre mil generaciones del peor alcohol
entre los fierros, entre los sapos
entre el calor casi demente del arroyo seco, arróyalo
lo convencimos, lo enamoramos
y le juramos que jamás se olvidaría de nosotros
y así le hicimos comer el barro
tragar la mugre misma con la que se había alimentado
y así le hicimos beber espanto
3 chicos ricos empresarios, lo más parecido a un santo
y nos reímos, nos animamos
pateando el culo de un chiquito hambriento, triste y solitario
Tengo 20 000 años, soy un loco enjaulado
tengo 20 000 años, soy el niño proletario
tengo 20 000 años, y estoy en el aire
Yo le bajaba los pantalones
mientras mis 2 hermanos le ataban los brazos, su sudor
nos empapaba, nos excitaba
yo puse dentro de él lo mío tan a fondo que explotó
y fui precioso, tan kamikaze
yo fui Calígula y él fue la Virgen que este Dios violó
lo liquidamos tan de repente
y mientras se moría yo le acuchillaba el corazón
y le di duro entre los dientes
ya no tenía voz el chico para pedir por favor
que lo matemos, lo antes posible
andá a cantarle a Gardel, andá a cantarle a Perón.
Lyrics translation
We fell together, ravine down
we were 3 from the neighborhood and one from Villa 22
a poor poor, a poor devil
we were the Mad children of love
of the most Argentinean families
we do not fall asleep without praying our father to the Redeemer
The absent child, the proletarian
he had a thousand generations of the worst alcohol in his blood
among the irons, among the Frogs
among the almost insane heat of the dry stream, throw it
we convinced him, we fell in love.
and we swore to him that he would never forget us
and so we made him eat the mud
swallow the very dirt with which he had fed
and so we made him drink terror
3 rich guys entrepreneurs, most like a saint
and we laugh, we cheer
kicking the ass of a hungry, sad, lonely little boy
I'm 20,000 years old, I'm a caged madman
I'm 20,000 years old, I'm the proletarian child
I'm 20,000 years old, and I'm in the air
I'd drop his pants.
while my two brothers tied his arms, his sweat
it soaked us, it turned us on
I put mine inside him so deeply that it exploded
and I was beautiful, so kamikaze
I was Caligula and he was the Virgin that this God violated
we liquidated him so suddenly
and while he was dying I was stabbing his heart
and I hit him hard in the teeth
the boy no longer had a voice to ask please
kill him as soon as possible.
go sing to Gardel, go sing to Peron.