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All I Ask of God

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All I ask of God
Is that pain not be meaningless to me
That desiccated death not encounter me
Empty and alone, without having done enough.
 
All I ask of God
Is that injustice not be meaningless to me
That they not slap my other cheek
After a claw has scratched away my fortune.
 
All I ask of God
Is that war not be meaningless to me,
It's a huge monster and it tramples hard
Upon all the poor innocence of the people.
 
All I ask of God
Is that deception not be meaningless to me,
If a traitor is able to get one over on the many,
That those many not readily forget.
 
All I ask of God
Is that the future not be meaningless to me,
Lost is one who must leave
In order to experience a new culture.
 
All I ask of God
Is that war not be meaningless to me
It's a huge monster and it tramples hard
Upon all the poor innocence of the people.
 

Brown

Brown, brown
By the villa streets
My song, it splinters me
Two children fighting
By a ray of sun
Misery, ii's so ugly
Misery, what happened
Let us see you
Your mirror of cardboard
 
Brown, brown
The moon of your night
It was a cotton moon
The cold lasted
Earning the charcoal
Wrapped in dew
A perfect sleepyhead
Dreamed some barren land
His brass dream
 
Brown, brown
Loan me a smile
An illusion, I change you
Where do I take flowers
If not to some balcony
If pain is left over
If it lacks reason
Where do I take flowers
If no one planted them
 
Little newsboy, withers
Childhood and joy
Washes clothes night and day
Luster, luster so brown
Moneymaker without money
Don't be afraid of the thief
By the villa streets
My song, it splinters me
 
Enjoy all

Song of the simple things

One says goodbye, imperceptibly, to small things
The same way as a tree
In autumn, runs out of leaves
In the end, the sadness it's the slow death of the simple things
Those simple things that stay hurting your heart
 
One always comes back
To the old places where one loved the life
And then one understands
How absent the beloved things are
For that, boy, don't leave now, dreaming with the return
For love is simple
And the simple things get devoured by the time
 
Delay yourself here, in the big light of this midday
Where you will find, with the bread, the table set in the sun
For that, boy, don't go leave now
Dreaming with the return
For love is simple
And the simple things get devoured by the time
One always comes back
To the old places where one loved the life
 
Delay yourself here, in the big light of this midday
Where you will find, with the bread, the table set in the sun
For that, boy, don't go leave now
Dreaming with the return
For love is simple
And the simple things get devoured by the time
One always comes back
To the old places where one loved the life
 

Under the whipping of the sun

Under the whipping of the sun
Summer is bleeding
While the afternoon punishes
The sadness of the ranches.
 
Lying under the cebil
The human is a thin dog
That carries bones above
Through a path of vultures.
 
Look at the smoke, sir
That the people blow off their side
Like the coal furnace
Their fire is covered up.
 
At the shore of the Salí
The moon sleeps early
Because at the cane nights
Bitter dreams are sharpened.
 
Moon of popular demonstration
With the ingenuities closed
In the trapiches of the soul
Tucumán becomes a guarapo.
 

Song for a child on the street

At this exact hour
There is a child on the street
There is a child on the street!
 
It's the honour of the people to protect what grows
To watch out that there isn't childhood scattered on the streets,
To avoid that their ship heart wrecks
Their incredible adventure of bread and chocolate
Putting a star in the place of hunger.
Doing it a different way is useless, doing it a different way is absurd
To practice joy and singing on the earth
Because it's worth nothing if there's a child in the street.
 
The world should not go with love barefoot
Hoisting a paper like a wing in its hand
Climbing on trains, exchanging laughter
Hitting our chest with a tired wing.
Life should not go, newborn, with a price,
The risky childhood with a tight profit
Because then hands are a useless burden
And the heart, barely a bad word.
 
Woe is the one that forgot that there's a child on the street,
That there are millions of children who live on the street
And a multitude of children who grow up on the street
I see them tightening their little hearts.
Looking at us all with fables in their eyes
A lightning cut short crosses their gaze
Because noone protects that life that grows
And love got lost like a child on the street.
 
At this exact hour
There is a child on the street
There is a child on the street!
 

Promises on the bidet

Please, don't make promises on the bidet.
Please, don't open my envelopes anymore.
Please, I'll promise I'll write to you,
If you stop running.
 
Please, follow the shadow of my baby,
Please, don't drink anymore, don't cry.
Please, I'll promise I'll write to you,
If it stops raining.
 
Why do you treat me so well,
You treat me so bad?
Do you know I never learned to live?
Sometimes I feel so well,
I feel so down.
Cramps in my soul.
Everyone in the hole has a 'trip' once,
So it's going to be difficult for us
to agree.
 
All right?
 
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