Mala Herencia
No era tan distinta que otras
Noches que vos vagabas por ahí
Era el mismo barrio, era tu mismo escenario, vivir.
Era de comprarse cigarros, era de juntar chirolas e ir
Era de volver a refugiarte en tu tesoro y sentís
Que algo en vos se quebró
Triste tu diapasón
Y no sale la voz
Y callás tus ganas de arreglar el mundo solo con curitas
Y algo de amor.
No era tan distinto que otros
Muchos pibes que viven con dolor
Era crudo invierno, era en la calle durmiendo, eras vos.
Era de detener el tiempo
Era de llevarlo a casa a dormir, era ese tu cuento
Más quedaste en el lamento y sentís
Que algo en vos se quebró..
La indiferencia, mala herencia, con tu conciencia
No podrá.
Bad Inheritance
It wasn't so different from other
Nights when you wandered around
It was the same neighborhood, it was your same stage, to live.
It was about buying cigarettes, it was about collecting coins and going
It was about returning to shelter in your treasure and feeling
That something in you broke
Sad your tuning fork
And the voice doesn't come out
And you silence your desire to fix the world alone with band-aids
And some love.
It wasn't so different from others
Many kids who live with pain
It was a harsh winter, it was sleeping on the street, it was you.
It was about stopping time
It was about taking it home to sleep, it was your story
But you stayed in the lament and feel
That something in you broke..
Indifference, bad inheritance, with your conscience
It won't be able to.