Ahi Va La Pobreza
Eh visto en mi pueblo , andar en sus calles ,
Y por sus veredas , a un niñito rubio cabeza trigo , pidiendo monedas , la gente qe pasa ,
Alegre a su lado , no se ha dado cuenta ,
Qe vajo esa ropa , llena de remiendos ,
Ahi va la pobreza . zapatillas rotas ,
Qe en sus agujeros , un sapito muestra ,
Su cara agrietada , por mañanas frias ,
De viento y de tierra , y los ojos trsites ,
De ver en la calle , tanta indiferencia ,
Mientras 2 monedas , lleva en su mano ,
Ahi va la pobreza .
Pido a los qe van , caminando el mundo ,
Y qe solo piensan , en comprar las armas ,
Ese hierro frio , simbolo de guerra ,
Contemplen un dia , a esos niños tristes ,
De hulmides viviendas , y gaste el dinero ,
Comprando armas , de matar miceria ,
Asi ya no vemos , al niñito rubio lleno de tristeza , qe no tiene sueños ni de calesitas ,
Ni de ir a la escuela , qe no ha conosido ,
Nunca un juguete y qe algunos piensan ,
Al verlo pasar de vuelta a su casa ,
Ahi va la pobreza ,
Lleva los bolsillos llenos de balines ,
Y pequeñas piedras , que son municiones ,
De matar gorriones para su gomera ,
La numero 5 seran prometidas pero nunca
Llegan , y los reyes magos por su humilde
Vivienda no pasan ni serca , no mira los
Kioscos por qe golosinas ya no le ,
Interesan , comprar el puchero qe 3
Hermanitos en su casa esperan , pero hoy ,
Sera poco por qe ya la gente no le da
Monedas , de cabeza a gachas va rumbo a
Su casa , ahi va la pobreza .
Pido a los qe van caminando elmundo ,
Y que solo piensan , en comprar las
Armas , ese hierro frio simbolo de guerra ,
Contemplen un dia , a esos niños trstes ,
De humilde viviendas , y gaste el dinero
En comprar las armas de matar miceria ,
Asi ya no vemos al niñito rubio lleno de
Tristeza , qe no tiene sueños ni de calesitas ,
Ni de ir a la escuela , qe no ha conosido ,
Jamas un juguete y qe algunos piensan ,
De verlo pasar de vuelta a su casa ,
Ahi va la pobreza .
De verlo pasar de vuelta a su casa ,
Ahi va la pobreza . . .
There Goes Poverty
I've seen in my town, walking its streets,
And through its sidewalks, a little blond boy with wheat-colored hair, asking for coins, the people who pass by,
Happy by his side, haven't realized,
That under those clothes, full of patches,
There goes poverty. Broken shoes,
In its holes, a little frog shows,
Its cracked face, from cold mornings,
Of wind and dirt, and the sad eyes,
Seeing on the street, so much indifference,
While 2 coins, he holds in his hand,
There goes poverty.
I ask those who walk the world,
And only think about buying weapons,
That cold iron, symbol of war,
Look one day, at those sad children,
From humble homes, and spend the money,
Buying weapons, to kill misery,
So we no longer see, the sad blond boy, full of sadness, who has no dreams of carousels,
Or going to school, who has never known,
A toy and some think,
When they see him pass by on his way home,
There goes poverty,
Carrying pockets full of marbles,
And small stones, which are ammunition,
To kill sparrows for his slingshot,
The number 5 will be promised but never
Arrive, and the wise men because of his humble
Home do not come near, he doesn't look at the
Kiosks because candies no longer interest him,
Buying the stew that 3
Little siblings at home wait for, but today,
It will be little because people no longer give him
Coins, from head to toe he heads home,
There goes poverty.
I ask those who walk the world,
And only think about buying
Weapons, that cold iron symbol of war,
Look one day, at those sad children,
From humble homes, and spend the money
On buying weapons to kill misery,
So we no longer see the sad blond boy full of
Sadness, who has no dreams of carousels,
Or going to school, who has never known,
A toy and some think,
When they see him pass by on his way home,
There goes poverty.
Seeing him pass by on his way home,
There goes poverty...